It was finally my wedding night.
"Are you nervous?" Garett asked as he grabbed my wrists and placed his face close to mine.
"...A little," I answered nervously.
When Garett came back, he had grown nearly and extra foot and had added more muscle mass underneath his clothes. His bedtime clothes with its revealing collar seemed to highlight his hidden features even more.
"We have often slept together in the same bed, so it is not that much different than before," Garett said.
"...It is different. You are my husband now," I said as I placed my hand over his chest.
"...Then, would you like to do something that only husbands and wives do?" Garett suggested as he ran his hands through my hair and behind my ears.
"...Teach me something I do not know about you yet," I said boldly.
He smiled.
Garett gently laid me down on the bed and took off his shirt to reveal his newly trained muscular body.
My eyes seemed to widen as I took in every nook and cranny of his body that had greatly changed since the last time I saw it.
Garett soon placed his hand over my eyes.
"...Your eyes are a bit too perverted, Ira," Garett said.
"I'm sorry..."
"I was just teasing you," Garett said as he removed his hand from my eyes. "You can look as much as you want from now on."
"Look?"
After being told that I could look, I felt so embarrassed that I had to cover my eyes with my own hands.
"I will make all of your wishes come true," Garett said as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed the inside of my palm.
I let out a coquettish gasp as I wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Garett..."
"Ira..."
I was soon taken into his embrace and would be passionately held until dawn broke.
When I woke up, I found myself sleeping on top of Garett's gently rising and falling chest. He really held me until morning...
I tried removing myself from Garett and picked up the fallen robe from the ground and suddenly met with an incredibly uncomfortable dull ache between my legs after trying to stand. I fell to the ground with a loud thudding sound after trying to get water.
"Are you alright?" Garett asked as he quickly got out of bed and helped me off the ground and wrapped his arms around my legs.
"...My legs are a little weak," I said as I held myself up against his shoulders.
"Sorry...I was a little forceful last night," Garett said in my ears.
I shuddered when I felt his breath hit my ears.
He was more than just forceful...He was a passionate beast last night.
I found myself back on the bed with Garett hovering over me. He covered my body with his and kissed me. I soon felt one of my legs rising over his waist.
I stopped him for a moment.
"...It is a bit too early to do this kind of thing," I said.
"...What kind of thing do you mean?" Garett asked with an alluring smile as he began massaging my legs. "If your legs are weak, I should help your blood circulate better."
My heart is definitely circulating blood from how fast it is racing right now.
"...I do not think that is necessary," I said.
Garett lifted my foot and kissed the tips of my toes.
"Really?"
This closet pervert...
"...Yes, please."
I doubt that I can ever win against this man...
In no time at all, I was going to several weddings of my close friends and taking over my duties as the new reigning Duchess.
It was during dinner time that the milk stew seemed to unsettle my stomach. I quickly covered my mouth before running off to the nearby bathroom.
"Arielle, are you alright?" Garett asked as he kneeled by my side and pat my back.
"...I had been feeling unwell these days. Maybe it is due to stress," I said.
"Let's have you checked out first," Garett suggested.
Garett had a Doctor come by to check my health.
"Congratulations, Duchess. You are with child," he said.
Garett, who was with me, smiled happily by my side.
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