The Clinch

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven: two weeks old

I'm still coming to terms with seeing my big beast of a husband-to-be holding our baby son to his chest, a reverent smile on his face as he murmurs sweet nothings down to the little tike. It doesn't help that he's bare chested and displaying every single one of his prominent muscles and every inch of his inked up body.

He's just so... Gabriel makes me want to get to work on creating baby number two.

"I can practically hear your dirty thoughts from here, chilly down girl." Gabriel turns around and shoots me a cocky grin as he bounces Coby against his chest, his forearm tucked underneath the babies butt for support whilst his large Palm holds Coby by the belly.

The large Dragon wing tattoo that brands his chest in spooky black ink frames our sons head perfectly, making it look as if my baby boy has wings.

After taking a couple covert and non-covert images of father and son together, I pull Gabriel forward by his collar bone and leisurely kiss his stubbled jawline before turning my attentions to my son and dotting the top of his head with kisses.

I put my hands forward to take him off of Gabriel, but Gabriel hisses at me and sweeps Coby away. Pouting, I look up at him through my lashes as I let my hands drop to my side's. "You never let me have my baby!"

Gabriel beams at me before nuzzling into the top of Coby's head. "That's because he's a daddy's boy. Aren't you Coby?" Seeing my pouts, Gabriel rolls his eyes at me and holds my son forwards for me to take. "Okay, I guess he's got to have some mummy time too."

"Damn straight." Taking my son from Gabriel, I hold him to my shoulder and grin down at him. "You hungry yet Bee?" As if in response he mewls slightly and drool dribbles over his lower lip. Producing my breast for him, I slowly guide his head down to my nipple and let him latch on.

Gabriel grabs a burping rag from the baby table and chucks it to me. "I hope he knows they're only his breasts for the next eight months, after that they're all mine."

I poke my tongue out at him and place the cloth over my shoulder, waiting for Coby to finish feeding before placing him at my shoulder and slowly trickling my fingers up and down his back in a soothing motion. My body still feels out of whack and everyday I stare down at the baby podge in misery, but I've been going to the gym daily to try and bounce my body back into shape ready for the impending wedding.

With Coby safely here, Gabriel decided we should set a date for our nuptials and has set a date not a month from now at the gym with my father for a surprise wedding. We'll invite everyone down as if they were here to watch a fight, and then we'll tie the knot in the ring much to everyone's shock.

Gabriel will enter the ring first dressed in his fight gear with his fight song playing, and then I'll make my entrance in my wedding gown and silver gloves to the Rocky Balboa theme song - much to Gabriel's insistence - and we'll be married by an officiant in the iconic black and white striped shirt. All I can say that our family is going to flip a casket.

The only one besides Gabriel and I who's in on the wedding is my father, and we've sworn him to secrecy about the whole ordeal so that everyone else will be genuinely surprised. I'm so fucking excited I've got bubbles in my stomach.

Who knew that one day I'd be so eager to marry the love of my life?

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A month later and I'm in the gym's changing room trying to keep Coby from tears whilst struggling to keep him from puking on my dress. My dress is a gorgeous and elegant simple gown that I've just about managed to do up after quickly dropping all my baby weight, and I can't have Coby ruin it by spitting up on me.