Our little Angel(s)

Title: Our little Angel(s)
Author: AnitaB
Rating: NC-17, happy sex
Disclaimer: not mine, otherwise, see earlier chapters.

Chapter 11: The Wedding (night)

"I, Sylvia Guevara, take you, Zachary Lukes, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live." Lifting her gaze to meet his, Syl slid a heavy gold band imprinted with her teeth onto his finger. With love glowing in her eyes, her head tilted up, her body instinctually moving closer to his.

/God, shebeaubeautiful./ Zack smiled down at the woman he loved. Her blonde hair was swept up in some complicated, curly hair-do he couldn't wait to run his hands through. Her body was draped from her neck to the floor in soft white satin that outlined her curves and exposed the smooth line of her arms and neck, showing off the firm mound of her stomach as well. His son. His wife and son. Loving eyes watching her closely, Zack began his own vow. "I, Zachary Lukes, take you, Sylvia Guevara, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to protect with my life, as long as we both shall live."

Sliding her ring onto her hand, Zack moved closer, thrilling at the warmth of her hand in his and the look in her eyes. This beautiful woman was his, today becoming his wife. /Syl./

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The words hadn't even finisheavieaving the preacher's mouth when Zack pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. Syl's fingers curled into the edge of his suit coat as every cell in her body responded to him. Burying one hand in her hair, he held her close, groaning softly as
she pressed even closer into his arms.

With a weak rally of self-restraint, Zack broke the kiss but couldn't bring himself to let her out of his arms.

"I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Zachary Lukes." Turning to face the small crowd with Syl in his arms, Zack was touched to see smiles on all their friends' faces. Max was even teary-eyed as she sat in the front row holding baby Sylvie in one arm with her other hand intertwined with Logan's. Logan had given Syl away and she'd been so beautiful walking down the isle to him
with her hand on Logan's shoulder. Now he was sitting in the front row with a wide smile on his face.

Gazing down at Syl, Zack smiled -- this was his family. He really had a family now. Wife, sister, brother-in-law, niece, and soon a son. These people were now a vital part of his life. He belonged here. Zack's eyes almost teared up as his family and friends came up to celebrate with him.

"Congratulations, Zack," Max curled her arms around his neck, feeling him shakily return the hug. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, baby sister, forrythrything."

Max laughed, laying a palm against his cheek. "You know you're welcome, we're family." The smile on her face was just as joyful at the thought of a real family as his was. It was something neither of them ever thought they could have.

He glanced over at Syl where she was holding and cooing at Sylvie. "Now I finally have family. I've never been happier. Or more afraid."

"It is scary, sometimes, brother. But it's always worth it."

"You bet it is."

Syl, handing the baby over to Bling, started to lean down to Logan for a hug.

"Hold on, will you be able to get back up?" The smile on his face took any possible sting out of his words, as did the glance he tossed at her stomach. She wasn't huge, but it was obvious that she was very pregnant and due very soon. "I don't want Zack to kill me if you fall in my lap."

"Shut up, Logan." Syl leaned down a little slowly for a hug, pressing her cheek to his. "Thank you, Logan, everything was beautiful."

"Well, it had to match the bride. And don't forget, you still have the cake to cut and the bouquet to toss." Bracing her with a hand under her elbow, Logan helped her stand back up wit h a smile at the stiff way she moved. "How soon do you think he's coming?" He laid a hand over her
stomach.

"Well, the due date's a month away, but who knows. He might be born any day now."

"You look ready to pop." Bling smiled, set Sylvie back in Logan's arms, and enveloped Syl in a bearhug. "Zack's a lucky man." Setting her down, he smiled at the faint blush on her cheeks. "Let's go cut that cake before you go into labor."

Puttinpropproperly maternal scolding into her voice, Syl shook a finger at him. "Don't tease the pregnant lady, she might take offense."

Zack, smiling widely at his wife, wrapped his arms around her and rested both hands on her stomach. "I'd listen to her, Bling, if I were you. She's got a vicious temper, my Syl does." He nuzzled his lips against her neck. "Especially when food's involved. You should see the bitemarks."

"You'll think bitemarks when we get home." Syl growled in his ear, rubbing her hands along his wrists.

"Promise?"

A shiver and a stream of warmth flowed down her back as she nodded. Her body unconsciously pressed closer to his at the rough tone of his voice. He always had this powerful an effect on her, always, regardless of circumstances.

"The sooner we cut the cake, the sooner I can get you home and hold you to that, Syl."

She paused a moment, savoring the heat of his body against hers. "Okay, people, time for cake." Pulling a laughing Zack by the hand, Syl headed across the room towards the two-tier wedding cake.

"Well, doesn't that look familiar?" Bling smiled down at Logan, his voice simply oozing implications. "Just like another wedding I went to--bride and groom can't wait to leave."

"Can you blame them? Let's go get some cake." Putting Sylvie in the sling over his suit coat, Logan rolled over to intertwine his hand with Max's. "Hey, Love."

"Hey," Moving closer, she ran her other hand over Sylvie's back. "How are my favorite people doing?"

"She's missing mommy," he looked up at her and pulled heoseroser. "And so's daddy." Leaning up, he pulled her down for a kiss.

"Thank you, Logan."

"For the kiss? Anytime, Angel."

She laughed, "No...well, yes. But I meant thank you for all this." A gesture of her hand included the dress, cake, and everything. "I know it really means a lot to them."

Kissing her hand, Logan smiled tenderly. "Anything for family. Oh, they're starting." Curving an arm around her, he turned to the bride and groom. "I bet he almost reached for a pocket knife first."

"Logan, be good."

His black suit in sharp contrast to her white dress, Zack stood with one hand on Syl's stomach and the other next to hers on the handle of a silver knife. Tightening his arm around her, he whispered in her ear. "If I didn't mention it earlier, I love you, Syl."

"Oh, Zack, I love you." Turning her head, she eagerly captured his lips with her own.

"Let's cut the cake and get out of here." Pulling her back against his body, Zack rested his cheek against hers. Together they sliced a thick piece of the chocolate cake. Lifting the piece to her mouth, Zack groaned at the sight of her soft lips closing around a bite of it.

His eyes stayed focused on her lips as she returned the favor. With the sweetness of the icing still in his mouth, Zack leaned down to kiss her lips, finding her to be even sweeter. "God, I love you, Syl."

Slowing opening her eyes, Syl smiled at the harsh rasp of his whisper, the love in his face. "I love you so much, Zack." Laying a palm against his cheek, she treasure the heat of his skin and the way he automatically pressed closer.

The quiet laughter and 'ahs' of the audience pulled them out of yet another kiss. A soft smile on her lips, Syl wrapped herself in his arms, reveling in the line of his body against her back. "Ok, guys, quit laughing and come eat."

"But the two of you are so cut, hugging and cuddling."

"Hey, I was at your wedding, Max, and you two were just as cutesy as we are."

"Yeah, and you were standing at thck ock of the room scowling. Acting like emotions were a lie. Being all soldierly and rational." Max turned to Syl and grinned. "You know, Syl, you've been really good for him."

She elbowed him in the ribs and returned the grin. "He better believe it."

Hearing Sylvie gurgle happily, Max turned around suspiciously, just in time to see Logan put one icing coated finger into the baby's mouth. "Logan love, you feed that child more sugar and you'll get to sleep when she does, not before." She turned back and touched Syl's hand. "Guys always spoil kids rotten. You'll have to beat Zack into submission every now and then just like I'm about to do Logan." Smiling at the newlyweds, Max headed over to save her daughter from the chocolate cake whether she liked it or not.

Seeing an opportunity now that Max and Logan were both busy, Zack took advantage. "Are you ready to go?" The warmth of his chest against her back and the gentle stroking of his hands over her skin both played a role in the speed of her response.

A shuddering breath fell from her lips at the feel of his hardness pressing against the small of her back. "Are you ready for your beating?"

"I'm ready for anything you want to give me, baby." He nipped at the smooth line of her shoulder, pulling her skin against the edge of his teeth. "God, I want you, Syl."

Keeping his body tight against her own, Syl led the way out of the room hurriedly.

"Hm, they lasted longer than I thought." Logan's eyes followed the pair to the door.

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Stopping the motorcycle in front of their apartment, Zack gazed at down at the woman sitting sideways across his lap, her dress flowing around her. "I can't believe how beautiful you are." Running his fingers through her hair, he lowered his head to press an urgent kiss to her lips. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Curling her arms tightly around his neck, Syl pulled herself harder against him and opened to the passionate exploration of his tongue. "Zack, please."

"Come here, baby." Breaking the kiss, Zack scooped her up into his arms. "I love you so much, Syl." Carrying her easily through the building into the apartment, he treasured the warmth of her body in his arms and the heat of her eyes on his.

Smiling, Syl touched his cheek, trailing her fingertips over his lips. "My husband, My Zack." One hand buried in his hair, she reached back with the other to open the bedroom door. "I love you."

Lowering her slowly to her feet, he held her close. "Syl," Zack rested a hand on her stomach, a touch so familiar that her skin felt cold without it. "I don't want to hurt either of you. Is it still safe?" The love and concern in his expression sent a rush of warmth through her.

"Yes, Zack, it's still safe for us." Nimble fingers unknotted his tie and unfastened the many buttons down the front of his white shirt. "I need to feel you, I need to touch you." Syl ran her palms over the skin of his chest, sliding the cloth off his shoulders and down his arms. "My husband, my love." Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head down to brush her lips over his, the mere taste of his kiss sending a thrill through her bloodstream. "You don't know how good this feels."

"Yes, I do, Syl. It feels perfect." Lightly trailing his fingertips up her arms to cradle her face in his hands, Zack kissed her tenderly. "You're perfect." Urgently caressing her lips with his own, Zack sent his hands to the zipper along her back, sliding it down the graceful curve. Flattening
his hands against her ribs, he pressed her body close against his, feeling and reveling in the curve of her stomach cradling their child between them. "Beautiful Syl, my wife, the mother of my son." Curling his fingers in the satin fabric, Zack pressed his lips to the curve of her neck and stripped
the dress from her body.

The low groan escaping him tightened her fingers in his hair. "Zack," Syl dropped her hands to his shoulders as he knelt in front of her to guide the dress down her legs. She felt her knees go weak at the press of his lips over her stomach. Digging her nails in his skin, Syl kneeled in front of him, needing more.

"Zack, my husband, I need you." Cradling his face between her hands, she urgently, desperately kissed him, reveling in the immediate tightening of his arms around her.

"Syl," Lifting her up, Zack laid her carefully on the bed and followed her down, holding her close. "My sweet, beautiful Syl" Stroking her skin, he removed the last scraps of clothing hiding her from him. "You are so beautiful," The awe in his voice sent warmth through her as his caress
soothed the heavy ache of her breasts with a gently touch.

"Zack, please," Curling one leg around his body, she guided his mouth lower, her breath catching in her throat at the soft kisses he laid over her heart.

Nursing eagerly at her breast, reveling in the taste of her soft flesh in his mouth, Zack slid one hand up her thighs to run the tips of his fingers through the growing moisture between them. "Oh, God, baby." Moving back up, he kissed her, sipping her moans from her lips. "Baby, Syl, you feel so good and I want you so bad. But when I'm inside you here," sliding the length of one finger inside her, he groaned at the feel of her, the wet heat of her around him. "Control isn't something I have. I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh, Zack, you won't, please." Her hips rocking helplessly against his hand, Syl's hands rubbed down his chest to his belt, opening it with a flick of her wrist. "I need you, Zack." Pushing him to his back, she trailed her lips down his neck as her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

"Syl," Zack's hands clenched in the sheets, his body arching into her touch, "Baby, ah...feel so good...honey, please." His voice turned into a wordless groan as her fingers stroked his shaft. Fisting a hand in her hair, he dragged her lips to his, kissing her ravenously as he helped her push the dress slacks down and off his legs.

"Zack, now," Whispering against his lips, Syl moved to kneel over his hips, gasping at the feel of his body under hers. "Please,"

Her body rocking hard against his drove the breath from his lungs. "Hush, baby." Stroking his hands down her body to her hips, Zack held her still, "We should be careful, Syl, let me..." Sliding a hand down her thigh he planted a kiss on her lips and gently pressed himself inside her. "Oh, God, baby." His hands clenching at the sensation of her body surrounding his, Zack fought for control.

"Zack,"

Her low moan of his name and her nails clenching in his skin weren't helping. "Hold still a minute, Syl. You feel so good."

"So do you, but I want more. I need to feel all of you, please." She smiled, knowing how to break his tightly held restraint. Lifting his hand from her hip, Syl trailed her lips up his arm to the hard muscle of his bicep. "Zack, my husband," Her eyes locked to his and her body rocking gently over his, she sank her teeth into his skin.

Syl!" His entire body arched under her, every muscle tensing in pleasure. "Oh, God, baby. Syl!" Clenching his hands on her hips, Zack pulled her hard against him, feeling every inch of her around him. Groaning her name, he guided her into a new rhythm, considerably wilder than he'd intended.

"Zack," Resting her hands on his chest, Syl eagerly obeyed the force of his hands, riding him hard. "So good, love, please." The feel of him touching her, inside and out, set fire to every nerve in her body. His name escaped her lips again as his fingers stroked a hot path to the sensitive skin of her breasts. "Zack, so close, please."

"Yes, baby, anything for you." Watching the pleasure rising in her face, Zack ran both hands to her hips, stroking the mound of her stomach on the way. She had never looked more beautiful to him than she did at this moment. Pleasure was written in every line of her face. Her hair tumbled down her back in blonde cascades. The smooth expanse of her skin felt like silk against his own. The pronounced curve of her stomach only accentuated the slim strength of her limbs. "Syl, I love you so much." Watching her neck arch as she rocked above him, Zack rubbed a fingertip against her most sensitive flesh.

"Zack!" Syl shuddered above him, crying out at the climax pounding through her bloodstream.

Her name escaped his throat in a harsh rasp as she led him over the edge with her, sending heat rushing through his body and into hers. Wrapping his arms around her as she relaxed against his chest, Zack nuzzled her hair. "I love you, Syl."

Syl smiled, resting her head on his should and laying a hand on his cheek. "I love you so much, Zack." She pressed a tender kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you married me."

Turning his head, Zack kissed her ring and held her hand against his skin. "Not as happy as I was when you said yes." Cuddling Syl close to his side, he pulled a blanket over her back and rested a hand on her stomach. "You should sleep, it's been a long day."

"I don't think I can," sliding a leg up his, she nibbled at his jaw. "I'm still feeling aftershocks."

"Syl, don't" He pushed her knee down, his voice sounding a little weak. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into it the first time. What if I'd hurt you."

The heat of his touch on her stomach did nothing to stop the small waves rippling through her body. In fact, instead of subsiding, the waves seemed to be getting stronger.

At the determined look on his face, Syl decided to let him rest for awhile before changing his mind. She knew she could. "Okay, Zack give me a kiss and I'll go to sleep." Propping her elbows on his broad shoulders, she leaned up for her . Sm. Smiling at the suspicious look on his face, she
raised one hand like she was swearing an oath. "I promise,"

There wasn't a chance that he believed her, but Zack wanted that kiss as much as Syl did. Tangling a hand in her hair, he met her lips with his, immediately deepening the kiss to savor the taste of her on his tongue. Feeling his own reaction to her and the increasing urgency of her touch, Zack knew it was tome to cut this short before she managed to 'talk' him into something they shouldn't do. Again.

"Okay, Syl. Time to sleep." Cradling her head against his shoulder, he rubbed one hand up and down her thigh where it rested on his stomach. "Good night, baby."

"Night, Zack." Syl cuddled into his body, still feeling those waves through her mid-section. And the heat of his hand on her skin seemed to intensify the pulsing sensation. With the next wave, the muscles of her stomach clenched involuntarily and Syl let out a small gasp of pain.
Contractions, contractions meant labor. Labor meant Zack was going to freak out. Waiting a few moments to see if it would stop, Syl felt another sharp pain. Okay, then, it wasn't stopping.

"Uh, Zack, honey. I want you to stay calm, Okay?"

"Syl, what's wrong?" Already a little panic was building in his voice.

"I think I'm in labor."

"Labor?" Now the little panic had grown into a much bigger panic. "The baby's coming?"

"Yes, I think so. But everything's all right so stay calm, Zack."

Jumping out of bed, Zack hurriedly pulled on his pants and shoes. “Does it hurt, Syl? How do you feel?” Turning back to the bed, bare-chested and wide-eyed with fear, Zack touched her stomach so carefully she could barely feel it at all.

“Zack” Catching his face in her hands, Syl forced him to meet her eyes. “Zack, listen to me. We’re fine.” She put his hand flat against her stomach, warming her skin where it was supposed to be. “It’s still early, we’re in no hurry. So slow down and call Logan. Tell him we’re coming and to call Sebastion.”

“Okay, baby. I’m okay, I’m calm.” Pulling away, he moved a little more slowly to the closet, getting her ick ick bathrobe. “Put this on, I’ll call Logan.”


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