This was the best and worst day of my life. I’m married now. I have a husband. It seems odd, 3 years of pain, of sorrow, anger, hating and loving at the same time. 3 years struggling to move on, to stop dreaming about the should haves and now we’re married.

My sisters amazing, she must have talked her ass off to arrange for Brian to be escorted over. When I saw him walking towards me, Jade held in his arms I couldn’t help but grin. This was the love of my life and my child and in a minute they were both going to be in my arms.

That’s when Jades gaze landed on me. I knew Brian had been showing her a picture of me; we wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be afraid of me when she came for the summer, but when she reached out for me, when I heard her call for me, when I heard her shout “Papa” I couldn’t do anything to stop the tears. There’s something absolutely magical about the first time you hear your child call for you.

I wrapped my arms around the both of them, buried my face in Brian’s hair; it’s still as soft as I remember. I stepped back, slid my arm around his waist and was determined not to let go until I had to.

My hand kept sliding down to cup his ass, I was trying to be discreet but I guess I wasn’t too good at it. Mia came over and convinced Jade that cake and a story with her auntie was the way to go. That’s when Leon walked over and ushered us towards the men’s room, and there was Vince taping up a sign that said ‘Honeymoon Suite’ to the door. How’s that for romance. You do not consummate a marriage in the men’s bathroom. Brian just grinned and started tugging me towards the door, apparently we were going to.

His kisses are just as tempting now as they were then. His chest was smooth and warm, his nipples a little more plump; left over from his pregnancy. His moan when I dragged my tongue over the little nubs damn near set me off. I was in such a hurry to get his pants down that I popped the button off. He was so beautiful, his lips red from my kisses, his skin flushed with desire, his shirt bunched around his elbows, his legs spread, pants hanging off his left foot. I hooked his right leg over my elbow and reached down to slide my finger into his channel. I was shocked at the slickness I found; he just smiled; whispered how much he had wanted this, had hoped for this. I told him I loved him as I slid my finger out and lined up my cock to slide into him. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me, I wanted it to last but it didn’t work out that way, after just a few strokes we were thrusting and grunting, clutching each other, rutting. With his hands fisted in my shirt and his face buried in my neck he came. His cock twitching, the warmth of his cum against my stomach pushed me to my own climax, I jerked against him, shot my load into his channel. I don’t know how long we stood there arms around each other, the next thing I was really aware of was the US border officer pounding on the door yelling about our hour being up.

We walked out of the “Honeymoon Suite” and Brian took Jade in his arms, my husband and my daughter were leaving, not coming home with me. I got one hour with Brian, to see his smile when he laughed, to see his eyes sparkle, to hold him in my arms, to taste him and now he’s gone and I am going home alone. This was the best and worst day of my life.