I sat on the edge of the king sized bed waiting for him for what felt like hours, but I knew was only minutes.

Sitting in lingerie I didn't even want to wear, but Alice insisted that I had too.

Alice told me what to do, wait for him in bed and let him come in and do whatever he wanted, that I was not to expect gentle. She told me it would hurt, so I knew that much. She gave me a few different pointers, telling me to make some different sounds and do a couple of things, but told me it would only last a few minutes, so that made me feel better.

The longer I sat, the more fried my nerves felt. I was anxious, like a tense wire that was ready to snap at any moment.

What was he even doing? This is his freaking wedding night.

I needed my husband to come in here, I needed him to get it over with.

Husband. Weird.

I didn't have much time to cringe over the words, as I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to the room, making me stiffen. He entered through the door and didn't look surprised in the slightest to see waiting for him. Other than the fact that his jaw was so clenched I thought it might shatter, he barely even look interested.

Ouch.

I stood up, not really knowing what to do, and realized only then that I was crying. "I don't really know what to do, if you would just tell me-" He cut me off, going to a drawer and grabbing a teeshirt out and tossing it in my direction.

Tough break.

"We aren't doing anything. Get dressed."

Saying I was absolutely stunned was an understatement, and it clearly was written on my face. My jaw involuntarily slacked, and I took a deep breath while covering up with the giant teeshirt.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. No sex on a wedding night was not normal for the families, even someone with as little experience as I had knew that. But the Don not having sex on his wedding night? Unheard of.

He has someone else.

I began to slightly internally panic. My father had demanded that I make my husband happy on our wedding night, happy whenever he wanted whether I wanted this or not. I was scared as to how he would react if he found out I deterred my husband on our wedding night. He'd be livid.

Vincent didn't hesitate, "I have no interest in raping my wife. Not on our wedding night, not ever."

I didn't answer, still stunned, so he kept going, "You obviously don't want to have sex. You're crying."

The panic fully seeped in, obvious turmoil broadcasted on my face as I harshly wiped the tears off myself, willing myself to stop crying, and answered him, "I want to. I'll stop crying, just give me a second."

He takes a couple harsh steps in my direction until he stood directly in front of me, and studied my face for a moment. He lightly gripped my jaw to tilt my eyes meet his.

"I will only pleasure you after you willingly give your enthusiastic consent, not because you feel you have to."

He stood there for a couple seconds longer studying my face, "Do you understand, little one?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now follow me," He motioned for me to follow him into the closet, giving me a pair of boxers that were several sizes too large.

"I apologize that I was not better prepared, but these will be fine for tonight. We will get you your own things soon."

Vincent let me bring a few items of clothes from my house, but not enough to fill the actual wardrobe that he had cleared for me.

I nodded my head once again and he gave his next instruction, "Go shower, I have some things I need to speak with you about afterwards."

After I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror standing as naked as the day I was born.

I was a very pretty girl, I never had that awkward, ugly phase growing up. I had always been beautiful, so much so that my father was always told how much trouble he was going to have with me, but now my pretty face seemed lifeless.

My eyes, red and puffy from crying nonstop the past week paired with my dark circles that refused to leave. My eyes trailed down from my face, to my breasts that were a couple sizes too small, eyes zeroing in on the small diamonds placed on the edges of my nipple piercings, to my hips that resembled that of a preteen boy rather than an 18 year old woman. Deciding I was done scrutinizing myself, I got dressed and exited out of the bathroom.

Vince was already sitting on the edge of the large bed with his forearms resting on his knees, slightly hunched over. He had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms exposing some tattoos, his tie from earlier taken off and the top couple of his dress shirts buttons unbuttoned.

Vincent was a big man, very tall, around 6'5 if I had to guess, built from what seemed like stone. He had a menacing face that hardly changed from a scowl, with muscled arms so large I'd figure them to be tree trunks. He had scars and tattoos littering down parts of his forearms that I could see, and deep brown hair and very serious eyes that matched.

But what I didn't really notice before, was that Vincent was very handsome.

He looked up at me for a second, catching me in the act of staring, meeting my eyes before going further down my body. I followed his as they trailed down my body and back up, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes were stuck on my chest, and I looked down and realized the cold air in the room had made my nipples harden, showing the piercings that accompanied them through the teeshirt, which made me cross my arms over my chest.

After a moment, Vincent spoke first, "Drop your arms. Come here."

I immediately complied with his order and dropped my arms, making my way across the large room to him. As soon as I was in front of him, Vincent grabbed the back of my thighs and tugged me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his as my hand went to his shoulder to steady myself. He kept his hands on my thighs, saying nothing at first, before slowly moving his thumb in small circles on my skin.

"Look at me." He commanded, and I brought my eyes to his, "My alarm goes off at six every morning. I expect you to get up with me, and while I am in the shower you will go downstairs and make my coffee and breakfast, and pack my lunch for the day. But you will stay out of my way. Understand?"

I nodded once again, but it wasn't good enough for him, "I expect you to answer me with words, not a motion of your head."

I nodded my head while I answered back a firm "Okay."

"I also want to make one thing clear, there is no one else for me. I have no interest on cheating on my wife, and I expect you to extend the same courtesy."

Yeah like I'd go out and fuck someone, I was irritate, not suicidal.

"Okay."

I was glad he wouldn't disrespect me like that, though cheating wasn't common in the families.

"I need to know one more thing."

I looked up again, meeting his eyes on my own this time, "What your father mentioned, about the issue with pregnancy."

"Yeah?" I squeaked out.

"Explain it to me, if you feel comfortable. I'm not judging, but I need to know."

No time better than the present, I guess

"When I was 9 I was experiencing really bad abdominal pain, so my dad took me to the doctor, long story short, I had a couple cysts on my tubes and they had to remove both of them. So I can still technically get pregnant, but I'll need IVF, or In Vitro."

"Are children something you'd want?"

I took a second to consider what he was saying, before answering out, "Yes."

He nodded his head, processing my words and before I could stop my blabber mouth, I asked, "Do you want kids?"

He answered immediately, "Yes," before adding, "How many?"

I shrugged, "Two or three I guess." I paused for a second, "You?"

He answered out a stern, "As many as you want to give me."

I nodded my head, unsure of what else to say, and he filled in, "Whenever you want to have a baby, let me know and I'll make some calls to the doctor's office to get an appointment set up."

"Okay."

He stood up to his full height with me still in his arms, making me grab onto his tense bicep to steady myself in the process. He brought me to the left side of the bed, and gently put me down. He left to get into the shower and I got under the covers.

I had been partially asleep once he'd gotten out of the shower, laying in the bed himself before he flipped out the lights and I drifted off again, feeling his hand reach out and pull me back into his sturdy chest.