“Before I fuck your brains out, I need to give you another wedding present.” He goes to our suitcase that’s next to the white dresser and pulls out a wad of paper. As I flip onto my side, I prop my hand under the side of my face. We had our wedding four days ago, and it was everything I dreamed of. We had it at Tribeca Rooftop overlooking the city at nightfall. The lights were made out of mason jars that Cora and I made. My dress was a strapless ball gown, and the princess skirt was rainbow-colored. I wore red flare heels. The bridesmaids wore the exact same colors as my princess skirt. It was so pretty. We danced to the song She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones. Our cake was bubblegum-flavored. Gunner has given me everything I wanted and more.

“Another one, seriously? You gave me a crap ton of gifts already. You bought me a brand-new camera, my cupcake business, paid off my student loans, and you gave me a black American Express card.”

“Don’t forget the shares. I bought you a few shares in my banks too,” he says, a smile tugging at the end of his mouth.

“I don’t even know what that means.” I shoot him a stern look.

He strolls back to the bed, unfolds the papers, and hands it to me.

“Rainbow, you’re my wife now, and I’m going to give you the world. I’m a giver, so get used to getting showered with gifts all the time. It’s one of the ways I say I love you.” His face looks as beautiful as an April rain shower.

I smile inwardly as I look at this paperwork. “What am I looking at?”

“Cora’s adoption papers have been signed, and she’s officially our daughter. She wanted me to give it to you.”

Rylee is serving thirteen years in prison—two years for child abandonment, eight years for fraud, and three years for assault. We still haven’t told Cora about the charges, and when the day comes, we will be prepared. Speaking of our Chibi, she is staying with Alana and Darien until we get back from our honeymoon. I place the papers on the table, throw my hands over his shoulders, and rain kisses on his cheeks.

“This is the best wedding gift ever. Thank you,” I say, and he slides between my legs, hovering over me and nudging my sex with his erection. My greedy vagina becomes wet.

We might not be a typical family, but I love everything about it.

“You’re welcome,” he says, and we make love until we’re both exhausted.

My heart is so high on love that it’s going to overdose.

* * *

Gunner

Six months later . . .