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I smile and change into what was given, thankful that I could now really dance. "I should probably check on the baby," I say, zipping up my jeans.
 
"Our guests are waiting for their queen," I say, kissing your neck and pulling you close. "You need to hurry up and talk to each of them, FAST," I say, grinding against you a little, my intentions clear.
 
I giggle and grind back for a bit before giving you a playful wink before heading back out to talk to my guests and check up on our son.
 
I chat with the guys and debate whether to encourage my ex to fuck my brother or my brother to fuck my ex. I watch your hot ass the entire time, hoping I might get to have it later.
 
I'm playing with our son, talking to my mom, and watching you, wondering what you had in store for me tonight.
 
After a few songs played by the DJ, I come over to you and whisper in your ear, "Time to leave him with your mom, baby."
 
I smile and kiss our son. "Mommy needs to go now, but she'll be back soon, okay?" I say. I stand and kiss my mother's cheek. "I'll let you know when I leave for the airport," I tell her. I wave to my friends and discreetly kiss Riley's cheek and take your hand.
 
A moment later Don grabs the mic and announces us as husband and wife one more time. A yellow stretch hummer limo pulls up at the bar and the crowd hoots, hollers, and cheers as we leave the party one last time. I escort you into the limo and pull the door closed, collapsing to catch myself for the briefest moment before locking my lips to yours and pulling you close to me immediately.
 
I pull back and collapse in the seat after kissing you a few moments. "I am exhausted," I say. I squeeze your hand. "Can you believe this?"
 
"Pshhhh!" I dismissively react. "I'm not dreaming. And I have better uses for my wife than having her pinch me."
 
I laugh and snuggle into you. "Mrs. Lynn Grier. Sounds so much better than Miss Lynn Clarkson," I say, smiling.
 
"We've got about an hour and a half before we get to the cabin," I tell you, my finger lightly rubbing over your side where your shirt has slightly risen up.
 
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