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Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 20

Summary: The big day has arrived…finally, you and Andy say ‘I do’

Warnings: Language, adult themes, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. I do not consent to my work being translated or posted elsewhere. If you see this fiction on any site other than Tumblr it has been taken without permission.

W/C: 8.5k

A/N: Sorry not sorry…this is so damned long! And thanks to my beta @spectre-posts (damned its good to tag her lol!)

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Chapter 19

You woke up in your bedroom, the morning sunrise warming your face. The big day was here and you couldn't help but feel excited and nervous all at once. Your parents were in the guest room, Penny on the office pullout and Andy, well, Andy was with Jo, in a suite near the college. You felt strangely calm, despite the fact that you knew soon enough chaos was going to descend when the stylist and makeup artist arrived.

You and Andy had chosen your spot on the hiking trail for your small and very intimate ceremony and a huge reception to follow at the hotel in Denver when you first realized you'd fallen for him. Both places meant so much to the both of you that it felt only right to unite there. It was everything the pair of you wanted, jointly picked and agreed on. Penny would be by your side and Jo by his. Your parents, Ron and Giselle, Amber, Mike, Eva and Steve were your witnesses. Jo's wife, Patti and a very special Benoit Blanc finished off your ceremony guest list. Then the party was pretty much a free for all. All your friends, colleagues, extended family. All of whom were in Denver, to be waiting for your arrival in the early evening.

With your ceremony set for three, you had plenty of time to take just to enjoy reflecting on your journey to here.

But, just as you were settling down to maybe nap a little more the door to your room flung open and Penny dived on your bed

"You're getting married today!"

“No shit!” You laughed as Grant raised his head from where he was curled at your feet, no longer a tiny puppy. He yawned and rolled onto his back.

"Mom's making mimosas, Dad's already crying into his coffee."

“What’s he crying for?” You chuckled, scratching Grant behind the ears

Penny rubbed his belly, "actually I don't really know. Something about you finally being happy and in real love."

“And what about you?” You eyed your sister, “when you are gonna bring the mysterious Jake to meet us?”

"Maybe when you guys come this summer," Penny smiled. "I wanted to be here for you this weekend. Not worry about entertaining him."

"Knock-knock!" Your mom appeared, "I've got mimosas!"

"Come join the party!” You laughed, patting your bed.

She beamed, passed off two flutes from her hands and slid in on your opposite side, you sandwiched between her and Penny.

Grant then heard your dad whistling for Bongo so he jumped off the bed in search of food.

"You excited, sweetheart? Ready to become Mrs. Barber?" Your mom winked.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” You smiled, looking at your engagement ring, “I can’t wait.”

"Girls, I'm taking the bastards for a walk, I'll be back!" Your dad hollered up the stairs of your three-story condo.

“Okay Pops!” You yelled back, “watch Grant for running off, he’s hit a bad habit at the moment!”

"So," your mom reached into her robe pocket, "a few things before your day really starts. Your father and I are paying a shit load for your hair and make-up and if it gets ruined, he'll not stop bitching." She handed you a card. Her delicate writing had your name on the envelope.

“What’s this?” You frowned, looking at her.

"Just a little letter your father and I wanted to write to you."

“A letter?” Your frown deepened, “why?”

"Just read it," Penny snorted.

With another look at your mom and sister you gently slid your finger under the top of the envelope and tore it open.

Our Dearest Daughter,

Today is the day you say I do and for the first in a long time, all you've done before no longer matters. Every misstep or mistake, tragedy or horror, happy moment or blissful state is erased today and your new life entirely begins.

We love you and we love Andy, far more than either of us can put into words. We hope the two of you continue to love and respect one another as you have taught each other to and we pray that nothing but bliss and joy continue to follow you on your road ahead.

It is why, along with today, this will help see the two of you into that home of your dreams. The one where you'll not only have a family of your own, but teach them about those who've come before them and how much they meant to you, about the journey and paths that led the two of you to here and your forever happiness.

Congratulations, Our Love.

Love, Mom and Dad

You blinked as you read the note then looked at the check in your hand.

“I…I can’t…Mom, we can’t take this!"

"You can and you will."

"Mom.... We don't need," you tried again.

"Need, schmeed," your mom smiled. "Your father and I can't take it when we go, and we have plenty. We've worked our entire lives to set you and your sister up. Besides, Andy would only let your father pay for the ceremony, so there was plenty from your share left." She joked.

"And I blew all of mine on a house," Penny laughed. While she and Jake were somewhat serious, Penny wanted her own place more than a piece of paper committing herself to one man for the rest of her life and your progressive parents were alright with that.

"Thank you, Mom," you reached over and hugged her, careful not to spill your champagne.

"And we've saved the best for last," Penny winked, pulling her own envelope out from her robe pocket. But this wasn't in her script, no, the word 'Angel' was scrolled in all capitals across the envelope in Andy's distinctive printing.

You inhaled deeply, "I don't know if I can read this right now."

Your mom and Penny exchanged a glance, "we'll leave you to figure that out. Let's go make breakfast, Pen."

"French toast?" Penny offered.

"Sounds fantastic," you nodded.

They left you, still in bed and sipping from your flute. You sighed and scooted your way to the edge of the bed, Andy's letter in your free hand. Barefoot, you padded across the carpet to your balcony and opened the French doors. The mountain spring morning air was cool on your face and you shivered a bit as your skin chilled. But the warmth of the sun on your skin soon brought those shivers down as you inhaled deeply, looking Eastwardly.

You sat on the chaise and opened your letter from your husband to be.

Dear Angel,

There's so much to say and not enough stationary in my office to tell you. Right now, you're in bed, as I finish up work and write you this letter. In two days you become my wife and I honestly think of that moment and become breathless. We've come so far in such a short amount of time.

I think about the first time I kissed you, in the very spot where you'll forever become mine, and I get butterflies, just like I had then. Angel, I was so nervous. Shaking inside and out. But since that moment in the bar, the first time we met, there was just something that made me feel safe and secure enough to be myself again. My true self, someone who I'd nearly forgotten existed. Clever girl.

You couldn’t help the little chuckle at his Jurassic Park joke, one he often quoted to you when you did something smart, said something clever or did something monumentally ridiculous or stupid that he thought was funny.

Your patience is unwavering when dealing with my mood swings when I think about Jake. The way you never ask me to stop talking about him or discussing things that happened with Laurie, it's always shown me how you care about my past when it has moulded me for the future, our future. You trusted me enough beyond recognition to keep you safe, even when I failed to do that to people I've loved in the past.

I am so glad you walked into my life. I'm so glad you and I took our time to get here, to be where we are. And honey, I'd do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant I'd get you to live this second life with all over again.

“Oh, Andy.” You whispered, sniffing a little as your eyes misted over. It always hurt you to see that he still thought he had let Jacob and Laurie down, that he had failed them when in your mind nothing could be further from the truth.

I never believed in second chances, I believed in righting the wrong and moving on. And then I met you. And, Angel, you have been the biggest second chance I have ever been blessed with. Not only did you save me, but we saved each other and for that, each sorrowful moment somehow in an odd way seems and feels worth it.

With you, I'll never have to suffer through pain and heartache again. I'll never not know what it's like to feel loved and secure. To feel wanted despite my shortcomings.

I love you, Y/N, more than I could ever truly reflect or say. Thank you for being my angel, thank you for giving me the breath of life.

Love always,

Andrew

With his letter now read, you held the stationary to your chest and sighed. Happy but silent tears dropped from your eyes and you smiled. "Let's get married...." you whispered.

Now beaming, you headed downstairs, just in time to see your dad return with the dogs, a smile plastered on his face when he saw you. "Good morning, how's the bride to be?"

“I’m good!” You grinned at him, “excited… but good.”

"Good, good," he kissed your cheek as Grant and Bongo hurried excitedly around you. "It's early, take your time this morning, relax."

“I am relaxed,” you smiled as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.

"That's my girl! Now, eat up," your mom smirked, placing a fresh plate of French Toast in front of you with berries and whipped cream. You felt famished and thought about the menu on hand and how you and Andy happily tasted each selection, down to even the champagne and wines being served. And you’d done it together, every decision, every choice had been joint,

"Hair and make-up are here around Noon, so give yourself time for a nap. I don't doubt Andy will call you soon either." Your dad offered as he sat next to you, Penny on your other side.

“I don’t know… he’s kinda traditional, I’m expecting zero contact.”

"You think?" Penny wondered.

"Of that, I have no doubt," you giggled, into your mug as you sipped your coffee.

*****

Andy chuckled as Johanna held out the tumbler of scotch for him.

“Starting early, huh?” He took a sip as Johanna dropped into the chair opposite him, both dressed casually as they relaxed to start the day.

"It's your wedding day, of course we are." She smirked.

Andy smiled and then leaned back a little, “any idea when Ron is showing up?”

"He said around 1. He offered for us to golf this morning, I laughed," Jo replied.

Andy laughed, “That’s because Y/N’s told him to try and get me to pick it up properly instead of once every so often, but I think she just feels bad as she’s got so many damned hobbies.”

"It keeps her busy when you're stuffed away in your office," Jo laughed. "I have no doubt that once you two have children, she'll have another hobby."

Andy chuckled, “and then she really will want me out of the house.”

"Oh, I somehow think you're wrong there," Jo smirked. Her wife, Annie, popped in to tell them room service was on the way up with breakfast and that she was going for a walk.

“Feel free to join her, Jo.” Andy smiled, “I’m gonna take a quick swim after breakfast.”

“I did enough walking yesterday when we got here,” Jo scoffed, “I’ll take a bath whilst you swim.”

Andy chuckled, "fair enough."

"I'm proud of you, Andy. You've really healed, changed. It shows. They'd be proud of you too.:

Andy smiled, “I like to think so.”

A knock interrupted their conversation and Jo answered, allowing the cart with breakfast to be wheeled in. Andy signed the check, handed a tip over and then closed the door as Jo started pouring the coffee.

She then grinned and pulled two beers from a six bucket on the trolley. Andy hesitated before he snorted, “who am I kidding, I’m not swimming am I?”

"Nope," Jo laughed, handing him one. “That reminds me,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box, along with an envelope. “I was asked to give you this.”

With a smile, Andy reached for the envelope and opened it to find a short, handwritten note from you.

Counsellor,

Just a little something to make you smile, and a reminder that you make my heart ‘saur’.

Geddit?

I love you so much, Andy, I can’t wait to be Mrs Barber!

Yours always, Angel xxx

With a chuckle at your awful pun, he then took the box with a thanks from Joanna and opened it. He blinked, and then burst out laughing as he plucked one of the silver T-rex shaped cufflinks from the box.

Joanna arched a brow as he shook his head, and looked at her. “It’s an in joke…”

“In that you’re a fossil, yeah, I get it.” Jo snorted, as Andy turned the cufflinks round in his hand, examining the small diamond which served as an eye in each one. “She explained when she asked me to collect them from Ore.”

“These came from Ore?” Andy looked at Jo, his brow raising a little at the mention of the independent jewellers which was based back in Boston.

“Yup, she sent them a design she saw on the internet, but wanted them in platinum not silver. And with a little extra sparkle in the eyes, just like her Counsellor.”

Andy took a deep breath, before a huge grin spread across his face as he looked at Jo, giving her a bashful little shrug to match the pink tinge his cheeks had suddenly been flushed with.

He’d nothing else to say

*****

Time passed a little faster than you'd thought it would. After breakfast, you napped for maybe an hour before Penny woke you to shower and get ready as the hair and make-up team were on their way. When they were through, you looked as picture perfect as you had during your trial runs and consultations. Penny and your mom looked stunning too, beautifully painted and styled as your maid of honor and mother of the bride should have been.

Your dad made his way back in after having dropped the dogs off at their sitter for the next twenty-four hours and smiled softly as he saw the three of you. “My girls.” He beamed, before he winked at your mom. “You look beautiful, Darlin’.”

“Awwwww!” Penny's hand flew to her heart, “Daddy, you’re so cute.”

"Thank you, honey," your mom kissed him sweetly. "Now, go change. Penny and I are going to help Y/N into her dress and the car service should be here shortly. Your dad gave a quick salute before he turned from the room and headed up the stairs, whistling a little as he went. "Smart ass."

“Don’t worry, he’ll soon be lost for words and sobbing when he sees Y/N all ready,” Penny giggled, “and then you’re gonna have to wait with him whilst we go ahead and the car comes back for you.”

You snorted, “got that covered, there’s a bottle of scotch Andy left for him in the cupboard which I’ll be cracking open.”

"I like his style," Penny smirked.

She and your mom helped you into your dress and adjusted your hair so it sat perfectly once again. And then Penny helped you into your shoes as your mom watched. When Penny stood, your mom gasped lightly, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh Y/N," Penny whispered. "You look......"

You beamed at her, not quite sure what to say. Your dress was everything you’d dreamed of and had been prevented from the choice of last time.

"He's not gonna know what to do with himself," your dad said from the doorway. "I sure don't."

Penny heard a knock behind your father's words, "Okay, that's the driver, which means Andy's waiting for his bride. He's gonna take Mom and I, while the other service is getting the ceremony guests in the stretch. I have your bags downstairs ready to go, is there anything you want to toss in now?"

You shook your head, "oh wait," you stopped, "yes, that bag on the counter in the bathroom."

Penny nodded and sashayed in her own dress to grab your requested bag and headed downstairs.

"I love you, I'll see you there," your mom kissed your cheek with her own. She kissed his lips and gave him a moment with you.

"Oh, my sweet girl, you look so beautiful," your dad tearfully smiled. "Everything feels so right this time. The past.... it's gone, just that."

“I know, I know.” You smiled, sniffing a little, “I can’t explain it, dad, other than this is it for me. This time I feel it too.”

"Well shit, I hope so, I've gone broke now," he joked. That was your dad, always turning his emotions into a joke. You got it from him. "Which reminds me," he pulled a small note card and box from his suit jacket, "I was asked to give you this."

Your delicately manicured hands held the note card and what was obviously a ring box. You slipped the note open and read again what Andy's printing had to say.

You’ll soon have two on your left, so here’s one for your right. For our past that got us here, the present as the truth we live and the future that we have together. Xx A

You smiled softly as you gently pulled the delicate paper off the box and gasped as you saw the infamous Cartier logo on the outside. “Oh, BB.”

Opening the lid, you sputtered at the trinity ring inside. One rose gold, one yellow gold and one white gold, which was encrusted with diamonds, all interlinked together. The symbolism to your life was striking and you knew exactly why Andy had chosen the piece.

Your dad gave a low whistle, “he’s a smooth bastard I’ll give him that.”

You laughed, slipping the ring onto your right ring finger, "but he's my smooth bastard."

“Of that I have no doubt.” Your dad smiled. “I errr, I also have a little something for you too.”

"Daddy...."

“Yeah?”

"You've done enough, more than I deserve."

“Hush, this is just a little something…” he smiled as he pulled a slightly longer box out of his other jacket pocket.

You took it from him and opened it, smiling at the elegant diamond necklace inside. “It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much…”

"May I?" He offered to put it on you.

“Please…”

He clasped the delicate chain around your neck and smiled softly at you as you peered up at him. Then he kissed your forehead, "now, let's have a drink before we go, huh? Calm our nerves."

"I'm not nervous, Dad, not even a little." You smirked as you hooked your arm around his elbow.

“Well I am, I gotta give a speech.” He chuckled as he guided you carefully down your stairs.

You smirked and walked into the kitchen, reaching up to the bar. “Andy left you this,” you smirked as you pulled down the bottle of your dad's favourite scotch.

"I knew I loved that man," he snorted.

You poured him a healthy measure and a smaller one for you before you passed the glass over. "Cheers, Dad," you held your glass up, "thank you for everything. For all the things I wanted to say the first time, to everything I can't find the words to say now. I wouldn't be here without you or Mom."

Your dad smiled, and took a deep breath, “I’m so proud of you, we both are.”

You clinked glasses with his and sipped the amber coloured liquid, giving a little smack of your lips as it was great stuff.

It was a peaceful time with your dad, sharing a memory or two before the driver came for you. With nothing to be done but take you to the ceremony, you felt the butterflies of excitement consume you. Your dad held your flowers as you held your dress while walking to the car. You slid in first and adjusted yourself so you didn't wrinkle before he handed you your flowers and slid in himself.

“Can I joke about rolling in style, as this is a Rolls?”

“No.” You snorted looking at your dad,

"Damn it."

It took what felt like an agonizing twenty minutes to drive across town and towards the spot where you'd have to park to walk to your ceremony spot. You and Andy wanted to skip a first look and fall right into the ceremony, with pictures to be taken after while your ceremony guests enjoyed a small cocktail reception prior to the hour drive into Denver where your many other guests were awaiting a cocktail reception of their own.

"You ready?" Your dad asked as you were golf carted to where you were about to walk to the love of your life.

“Never been so ready for anything in my entire life,” you looked at him, smiling. And it was true.

******

When Andy saw your mom and sister arrive, a huge smile crossed his face as he excused himself from Ron and headed over.

“How is she?” He asked after he greeted your mom and Penny with a kiss to the cheek.

"Excited!" Penny grinned.

"And beautiful." Your mom added. "You look handsome, Andy."

"And both of you look stunning" Andy complimented. "Not much longer now, huh?"

"Nope," your mom smirked. "Nice cufflinks." She giggled.

"I gotta say, they were a pretty good surprise," Andy chuckled.

Penny eyed him shrewdly before she sighed, “okay, I don’t get it. You two are like the most chilled out bride and groom ever. Why ain’t either of you the least bit nervous?”

"I don't know," Andy laughed. "But I'll take it."

Andy led the way for your mom and sister to their seats. You had both wanted something casual, not structured and on a time table. There wasn't a formal way to walk down the aisle, only four people doing so. Penny and Jo, you and your dad. Andy wanted it that way and you didn't care to make a fuss. It was what felt right when he'd suggested it.

And as he showed your mom to her seat, others started taking theirs. Amber and Mike sat with Eva and Steve while Ron and Giselle sat near Patti and a happily grinning Beniot Blanc which left one for your father and an empty one he'd just now taken note of. His eyes peered at the small inscribed board next to a picture of Jacob and a lit candle among some fresh greens.

'For those who couldn't be here today, a seat for their souls.'

“Andy, you okay?” Jo looked at him as he swallowed, the little memorial to Jacob temporarily sideswiping him.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "yeah, I had no idea she did this..." he nodded to the chair.

“Ah,” Jo smiled, laying her hand on his arm, “she asked me what I thought, I told her it was a lovely idea.”

"Thank you, Jo," he sniffed. Then gave a twist of his head to pull himself together.

"Andy," your planner caught his attention, "she's here. The car just pulled in. We're going to start real soon."

“Okay, thanks.” He took a deep breath and then looked at Jo as she smiled. “See you in a few,” she winked, before she grabbed Penny’s attention and the two of them headed off to greet you.

*****

The Rolls Royce stopped at the walkway you and Andy had hiked many times before. A four person golf cart waited to escort you most of the distance to where you were about to walk to Andy, to marry Andy, all at the spot that had changed your life, your lives.

Penny and Jo waited at the aisle's start for you and your dad. Penny grinned from ear to ear as you caught her attention, pointing your way so Jo could see. The cart stopped and your dad helped you off, all shielded away from Andy's eyes with a slight bend in the pathway. You couldn’t help the smile that was stuck to your face as Penny straightened out your dress as your dad greeted Jo with a hug before she turned to you.

“He’s a lucky man, and you’re a lucky woman.” She said quietly as she kissed your cheek. “Look after him, and treat him well.”

“I know, and you have my word.” You looked at her and she smiled, squeezing your hand. “For the record, I told him the same about you.” She winked.

There was nothing more to be said, nothing needed to be. It was time.

Andy gazed on as the soft music played, giving Penny and Jo their cue to head down towards him. His stomach fluttered, his heart raced but oddly, he was still so calm. More eager than anything. Your sister popped him a wink and he smirked as Jo took her place at his side, Penny at hers. And then when your guests stood, not a sound in the world could be heard as his blue eyes focused on you.

His breath caught in his chest as he could do nothing but stare. You looked stunning, even more than usual, as you walked slowly beside your dad, your face fixed in a look of pure happiness. Your eyes were locked on his, crinkled in the corners like they always did when you smiled genuinely. And then he felt a tear slip down his cheek.

He reached up to quickly dab it away with the back of his finger, as a click to his right told him the photographer hadn’t missed a beat. But he didn’t care. He took a shuddering breath as you stopped beside him and turned to your dad who kissed your cheek. You handed your flowers to Penny before you spun towards him and reached up, your thumb swiping under his eye as a second tear spilled from his lids. “Hi,” you whispered, your own eyes shining.

"Hi," he whispered back, not trusting his voice.

From that moment, the ceremony was quick, nearly over as you were asked to now recite your vows to one another. At first, Andy wasn't sure he had any more to say after he'd written you his letter to open that morning, but in the time he had of peace and mindfulness, he penned his vows.

“Angel, in the last few years, before I met you, I was existing, not living. My days had little meaning, no purpose. My time was simply measured by the rising and setting of the sun. But, life finds a way, and I found you.” He paused as you chuckled at the reference, both your hands held in his. “Honey, in your eyes, I see the stars of the universe. In your words, I hear the wisdom of your beautiful heart. And, I can’t wait to grow old with you - well, older,” he winked as you sputtered, sniffing a little, “but I don’t mean ordinary old, but old old. Together, we’ll hold up traffic by driving way below the speed limit. We'll eat dinner at 4:30 just to get the early bird special. We'll yell at kids to get off our lawn and turn up the volume on the TV until the neighbors complain. We'll rub each other with medicated ointment and complain about kids these days. And every moment will be a joy, because I'll share it with you. I love you, now and forever Y/N.”

He smiled at you as your lip wobbled and your eyes flooded. He brought your hands to his lips and whispered, "it's okay, take your time, we've got all night."

You steadied yourself, took a deep breath and licked your lips. "Andy, I picked a dot on a map to start my life over. Little did I ever possibly imagine that that dot would lead me to you." You swallowed. "I was beaten, broke down and entirely shattered when I moved to Boulder. And then, I met you.’ You sniffed and took in a ragged breath then cleared your throat, “as I stand here, looking at you, how lucky I am to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful and strong person I know truly, that life found a way," you spluttered as the same line from his own vows had unbeknownst to either of you landed in yours, and Andy chuckled a little, shaking his head as he flashed you a wink.

“I promise to always put my cold feet on you in bed at night.”

Then Andy laughed properly as did the rest of your guests and you took a deep breath, thankful for the reprieve your planned change of tone provided. “I promise to laugh at all your really bad jokes, even though I've heard them a million times. I promise to assemble IKEA furniture with you without fighting…well, try to anyway. I promise to always be your clever girl, but most of all I promise I’ll always be there to listen, not judge. To love you without question, for the rest of my life, and I vow to always guide you home."

Andy sniffed a little, before he winked at you as your vows ended, his entire being itching to seal your marriage with a kiss. But, frustratingly to him, there were the formal and legal declarations still to be made. Thankfully, they didn’t take long. And as you both, in turn, received your rings, Andy beamed as you looked expectantly to the officiant. “Andy and Y/N you have made your legal declarations in the presence of witnesses and loved ones. By the power vested in me by the state of Colorado, it is my great pleasure to announce you man and wife. Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Barber. Andy, you may now kiss your bride.”

Andy wasted zero time in cupping your face and pulling you in for a deep and searing kiss.

Your hands flattened on his chest as his tongue gently rolled with yours, the applause and cheers of your friends ringing in your ears.

Grins were plastered on both your faces as you pulled away from each other, two literal shit eating grins were all you could see and feel as you were now happily united.

Andy bumped his nose against yours, “Mrs Barber…”

"Mr Barber," you giggled at the sound of your new name.

*****

The drive in the Rolls to your party venue went by in a flurry of sips of fizz, kisses long and slow, short but deep. Teasing glances and hushed whispers made the hour pass quickly and before either of you knew it, you were pulling up to the hotel where your party was held and hosted every one of your guests for the remainder of the night.

You made the typical grand entrance, your guests applauding as Andy led you, hand in hand, through the decorated function room to the top table, the only one which had place settings identified for the pair of you, Jo, your parents and Penny. There was no sit down meal, instead drinks were served and the buffet was opened, your guests helping themselves once you all had, settling in groups around the tables. The two of you couldn't peel your eyes away from one another long enough as the time ticked on.

Eventually, it was time for cake and the best part of it all was that it wasn't just any wedding cake, it was Patti's cheesecake because your special day was not to be had without that woman involved as just a guest. In fact, she was part of the parcel to the fact that you and Andy had so many first dates. Once that was eaten, it was time for the toasts.

With no particular order set, your dad went first, and suitably embarrassed the shit out of you by not only telling your guests about many of your childhood escapades, but also about the time he and your mom had heard you and Andy having sex in your childhood bedroom. Neither of you'd been so mortified in your lives and most telling was the beet red look on Andy's face as he tried to laugh off the embarrassment. Ron, however, took the attention off the pair of you as he fell off his chair with a thud he was laughing that much.

"Oh, thank fahk," Andy loudly laughed. "I'm taking back that scotch," he hollered to your dad.

“Anyway, now that I’ve embarrassed them, onto the serious stuff for a moment,” your dad winked. “Andy, from the moment we met you, both Y/M/N and I liked you. There was something about you we couldn’t help but warm to, and when Y/N told us the pair of you were dating, well we couldn’t be happier. You’re a good man, and I can hand on heart say I wasn’t in the slightest bit upset to hand her over to you today, on the contrary, I was thrilled. Thrilled that she’s found the right person, the person she deserves, to spend the rest of her life with. I would say welcome to the family but you’ve been part of that for ages now so instead I’ll say thank you. Thank you for giving her a new lease of life, and for…” he took a deep breath, sniffing as tears filled his eyes, “…and for giving me and her mom peace of mind enough to stop worrying about her. So, everyone, please raise your glasses. To Andy and Y/N.”

As your dad sat down, you leaned to your left to kiss his cheek and he smiled, cupping your face. Jo went next, telling tales of a young and ambitious junior lawyer she first met almost twenty years ago. She entertained with a short tale about how Andy annoyed her, yet gained her respect in equal measures, before she congratulated Ron on making an exceptional defense attorney out of him, something she had tried and failed to coax him into on many occasions. She rounded off by saying how proud she was to be counted as his close friend, and how she wished you both every happiness in the world, because you both deserved it.

At that point, your eyes flashed to Benoit Blanc who raised his glass in your direction, giving you a nod and a smile. And then, it was Andy’s turn.

He told the tale of how you had met, interjecting a little joke here and there, before he recounted the moment he first kissed you and hit your nose with the peak of his cap. That drew laughs from the room, and he sniggered before he sighed.

“Since then, I’ve just been a total sucker. I mean, you can basically get me to do whatever you want, even let that spotty little, four-legged bastard we have at home sleep on the bed.”

You laughed and grinned, popping a shoulder up to tell him and everyone watching you both that Andy was right. Then you stood and joined him as he thanked everyone for coming and that you both hoped that each of your guests enjoyed the party.

As more applause filled the room, Andy looked down at you with a soft smile, "I love you," he said above the roaring sound.

"I love you," you replied and pulled him down for a kiss, scratching at his beard a little.

He let out a soft moan against your lips, which was drowned out by the loud cheers and whistles. The opening notes to your first dance began and you took the cue to take to the dance floor. Andy gently took you in a close contact hold, swaying you softly to the crooning of Michael Buble’s Home.

You could feel the vibrations in his chest where your cheek lay as he hummed the song to you, the two of you moving around the floor in a small circle. His one hand rested at the small of your back while the other wound your arm and hand around his as it rested next to your face against his chest. Then as the final chords played, you gazed up at him so lovingly that the world around you blurred and again it was just the two of you. There were no words spoken, neither of you could think of anything to say. Instead, he simply leaned down and kissed you again, his nose brushing yours as he pulled away, positively beaming with happiness.

All too soon, your day was at an end. And, despite your wishes that you could carry on partying the night away with your family and friends, it was time to bid them goodbye. Your mom and dad promised to make sure Grant was okay as they house sat for the next week whilst you two enjoyed your honeymoon, a return trip to Hawaii. You said goodbye to your parents, your guests, your sister and Jo as the two of you were ushered up to the elevator banks where you were to spend the night in your honeymoon suite.

As the elevator door shut, Andy let out a loud sigh and turned to look down at you.

“Was it everything you wanted?” He asked gently, his eyes shining.

"Andy it was so much more," you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Good, because you deserve the world,” his voice was soft as he pressed his lips to yours. You smiled against his kiss, "and I want to give it to you." He added.

“You have, you are my world. And Grant.” You added.

Andy snorted as he kept kissing you.

“You love him, stop denying you.” You giggled, the kisses still continuing,

The lift stopped and he quickly hauled you up off your feet, a loud laugh emitting from your throat.

“Now, Mrs Barber…” he fished in his pocket for the room key, stopping by the door to the honeymoon suite, “I do believe you promised me something in the car on the way over…”

You played a little dumb, but winked as you brought a fingertip to your chin, "is that in reference to you being so handsome, I could eat you? Is that what you've been thinking about all night?"

“No,” he chuckled as he pushed the door open, “mainly how unbelievably happy I am we’ve finally done it.” He kicked the door shut before he set you on your feet. “I love you. I love you so much, Mr. Barber."

His lips met yours, this time the kiss slightly deeper as he backed you into the main part of the suite, arms holding you close. His large hands cupped your face as he guided you, your own hands running up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing away his suit coat. Andy took the hint and let go of you only to hastily slip from his jacket and allow it to fall to the carpet in a soft thud. Your finger fumbled with the belt to his slacks, first pulling his dress shirt free, then undoing the buckle, it's tell-tale clink alerting you it'd been undone as it bounced against the top of your hands. You fumbled with the slide and zip a moment before getting those loose and your one hand dipped into the waistband of Andy's boxer briefs while the other held his hip.

He grunted a little as you wrapped your palm around him, forehead pressing to yours as his chest heaved with expectation and excitement.

"Baby..." he grunted, "let me..."

"Shut up," you hissed playfully as you sank to your knees in your dress.

Andy looked down at you as you freed him from his dress slacks, your eyes locking onto his as your hand gripped him at the base of his shaft.

"Fahk," he moaned as your painted pout enclosed over his head. His right hand curled round the back of your head, gently as always. He never forced or directed you, he merely liked to hold you as you set the pace. His left hand cupped your face and you felt the cool of his wedding ring against your skin. And it made you groan.

"Shit," he cursed at the vibrations your moan sent through his cock. "That's good, Angel."

Whatever it was, be it the fact you were now married, you had no idea, but something about this felt different. You’d blown Andy before, more times than you cared to remember, and occasionally once in a very risky place or two. But now, you were positively greedy for him. Your hands wound around his hips as you took handfuls of his ass in the palms of your hands, simply sending him all the way down your throat to where you could nearly close off your airway all the while your tongue massaging the underside of his shaft, pressing into the vein that ran his length. You felt Andy squeeze at your hair unintentionally, as if he were grounding himself and it only spurred you on to bob faster.

“Angel, honey, fahk…” his voice trailed off into a whimper as his head tipped back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

You whimpered yourself at the state he was in. You could feel his thighs shaking and his stamina wavering.

“Honey, I’m not gonna… shit… Angel, I can’t…”

You didn't stop as you wanted him good and gone. You hollowed your cheeks and took him all the way to the back of your throat once, twice, three times more and with a broken groan of your name he came, his hands tightening in your hair. You felt that thick spend coating the inside of your throat and you swallowed it all down until he'd spent it all. Slowly, as to not get sloppy, you slipped away from him, standing and wiping the corners of your mouth with your thumb.

He looked at you, his cheeks flushed as he took your face in his hands. “Did I…” he swallowed, catching his breath, “did I hurt you, your hair?”

You shook your head, "I liked it."

“Jesus…” his chest still heaved as his eyes closed again for a second, before he chuckled a little and looked back down at you, “see what you do to me?”

"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir." You smirked.

“Liar,” he muttered, dipping his head to meet yours.

"Maybe a little."

He smirked as his lips met yours, hand splaying against the lower part of your back. "Your turn, Mrs Barber.”

You turned slowly, taking the time to sort your hair. With hooded eyes, you looked behind you, "little help, Counselor."

It was as if his throat ran dry, the only thing Andy could do was reach out for the closure to your dress and undo it, the material falling loosely around your body, his lips against your shoulders.

His hands gently came to rest on your hips, his kiss moving up to that spot on your jaw before he stepped back. “Baby, give me a twirl, I wanna see you.”

You thought nothing of a triggering past memory as your husband asked you to display the beautiful set you'd worn under your wedding dress for him. You slowly turned on the ball of your still heeled feet, modeling for him.

“So fahkin beautiful,” he whispered as he guided you round completely, one hand splaying on your belly as he pulled you to him so your back was pressed to his still clothed chest. “Andy?” You whispered as his lips kissed that spot behind your ear,

"Angel..."

“Take your shirt off, please. Wanna feel you.”

"Absolutely," he nipped at your neck.

You missed his warmth temporarily as he moved, and you glanced over your shoulder, watching as his fingers first undid his cufflinks. “I love these, by the way,” he chuckled, dropping them onto the dresser. He was then quick to get his dress shirt off as you watched him from over your shoulder. His slacks and boxer briefs followed as he pulled you back against him, his naked body now pressed into yours. His hands slid up your body, and with an easy movement he undid the clasp on your bra, kissing each shoulder in turn as he tossed it to one side. Those same hands cupped your breasts and filled his palms with your globes, his thumbs tweaking your nipples as he massaged your body.

You arched back into him, a soft moan slipping from your lips as your head fell against his shoulder.

"Imma make you feel so good, honey," Andy whispered into your ear as his right hand curved along your rib cage, over your belly and dipped into your panties.

“You always do,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slowly parted your folds.

"So wet, Angel," he hummed and pressed a thumb against your clit while his fingers sought refuge in your heat. Those bearded lips continued to caress your jawline and neck, those soft bristles tickling your skin as his fingers buried inside you curled against your walls. His thumb slowly swirled around your nub, a pace that was delicious torture.

Your left hand came up over his neck and cupped his face, nails raking through his beard before carrying on to the back of his neck and fisted his locks. Andy gave a gutteral grunt and asked you to do it again.

You did and this time your rake of his beard came with a warning.

"Angel," his tone moved over you like warm honey.

"I want it." You replied sharply as he hit your spot inside your walls. "I need it." You added. His teeth nipped the crook of your shoulder as the hand in your panties sped up, the one cupping your breast became harder. "I gotta.....oh shit, Andy," you whimpered and whined.

"Thassma girl," he drawled heavily in his Boston accent.

You shook in his arms, a soft cry tumbling from your lips as you came. You rode out that orgasm while barely standing, absolute putty in Andy's arms. He was hard against your backside and while you were in the white hot throws of cumming, you wanted nothing more than to get stuffed and railed by the man.

"On the bed," you gasped. "I wanna ride you."

He chuckled, his lips softly kissing between your shoulder blades, “as you wish…” He moved and dropped onto the bed, shuffling back so his head lay in the pillows, cock in his hand. You kicked off your shoes, shimmied out of your panties and walked round, all the time watching his eyes as they roamed up and down your body.

You took one knee at a time to the mattress, crawling up his legs, pressing kisses into his thick thighs as you went, licking up that fisted cock before settling your hips and opening above his hips and length. His hands settled at your waist as you slowly sank down on him, savoring the feel as he filled you.

Your head tilted back as you did so, the delight of the stretch satisfying. One of Andy's hands remained at your waist while the other moved over your belly and up your sternum and around to your neck, uprighting you so your eyes bore into his.

"Take what you need, baby," he moaned.

“I got what I need right here,” you sighed, rotating your hips.

"Ah fahk," he bit his lip. "That's it honey, ride that cock so good."

You used your thighs to move up and down his shaft, rotating and grinding as you went. You tilted all the way forward, your breasts kissing his chest as your lips covered his. Your one hand balanced yourself on his chest while the other cupped his cheek. You swiveled your hips on top of his.

“Oh, baby…” his lips whispered against yours, “baby, baby…”

"Yeah," you whimpered.

Without warning he sat up, hands splaying on your back as he held you to him. You groaned as the change of angle allowed him to drive even deeper. Your breasts brushed his chest, nipples delightfully rubbing against his coarse hair as his lips hungrily devoured yours. His hips pumped upwards as yours continued to rotate. With each thrust you climbed higher and higher, total bliss consuming you as your husband pushed you further towards your limit.

Your head lolled back, eyes closing and Andy’s lips kissed the hollow of your throat, sloppily mapping up to your chin. "That's it, right there," you moaned, "fuck, Andy," you were so close and you tilted your head back up. Your hands raked over his beard, scratching and scratching as you bent to his ear. "Give me a baby, give it to me, Andy."

“Jesus, fahk…” he grunted, his legs shaking a little. The mere mention of a baby had him ready to blow, and combined with the feel of your nails in his whiskers was making it impossible to fight. "Cum, Angel, cum for me, please, honey."

“So close, Andy, so close…” you moaned and then gasped as his head dipped, tongue swirling at your nipple "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fahk," your own Boston drawl hit and you were done.

Your entire being exploded on this orgasm, like fireworks were flickering off of each nerve your body had. Your sweat slicked skin ran along Andy's as you rode him, furthering your wave. Your heat wept as you gave him every drop of you, your fingers curled into his beard as you came with every fiber of your being, a howl of his name poured from your lips.

You didn’t feel Andy as he stuttered below you, coming with a guttural grunt, nor did you register him falling backwards and pulling you with him. It was the soft brush of his lips over your forehead that broke through your haze, and that soft chuckle you knew and adored so much. “You okay?”

"Great." You panted against his face.

He smiled, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back as you lay sprawled on top of him,

"That was incredible," you murmured into his neck.

“Yeah…” he let out a deep breath, his face nuzzling at your hair, “yeah it was, but you know what the best thing is?”

"Hmmm?" You lazily hummed.

“We got forever, Angel.”

"Yeah, yeah we do."

His right hand found your left and he brought it up to his lips, kissing just above the place your rings sat. “I love you, Mrs Barber.”

"I love you, Mr Barber."

***** Chapter 21

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jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'i', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_i').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_i img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'o', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_o').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_o img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'u', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_u').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_u img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

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