2 weeks later.....Rio De Janiero, JW Mariott Hotel
Married life just seems so beautiful. Especially when you are on an all-expense paid trip to Brazil.
I wake up in the morning after a night of making love to my wife who personally wanted me to, ahem........
"Tear her walls up" Hehehe.
That I did, and I roll over to my wife and touch her shoulder. Don't know why, maybe because of human nature. Hehehe. I notice her move around as if she is waking up. I take this as a moment of action to put my arm around her and kiss her cheek.
Gretchen Wilson laughs, and says to me, "Good Morning, Mr. Wilson"
"Good Morning, Mrs. Wilson" I say as we make out. Then she pulls me up
"Baby, can you let me up." I gotta use the bathroom.
I let up and let her go to the bathroom, and I couldn't help myself but to smack my wife's ass.
"Ohhh, Hey, stop that!" She says while laughing.
"Come on girl, you know that ass is mine! Hahahaha!"
I throw on some undies and a robe
while gretchen throws on a long t-shirt that covered down to her thighs as she went into the bathroom.5 minutes later, as I pass by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen I hear my wife vomiting.
"Are you okay in there, sweetness?"
"Yes, honey I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Please hurry, I can't stand my morning breath."
"Shut up, Ty."
5 more minutes pass and I am drinking water as I reminisce on such a fun honeymoon we had been having. The city tour, the wakeboarding, making love on a secluded part of the beach, ahhh being married is just so lovely.
Then I see my wife exit the bathroom."Uhh, honeybear, there is something I have to tell you."
"What is it, my darling wife."
"Tyler."
"Yesssss?" I say as I take a sip of water
"I'm pregnant."
I spit out my water behind me so it doesn't hit her face.
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A Girl Just Like You
RomanceOutline: Tyler Wilson and Gretchen Wieners have been best friends since they could walk. In fact they used to be next door neighbors. When High School came around, things changed. Surely they were still best friends but she had moved on to be a part...