Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 223 -

James.

In the car with my security and sitting next to Becca, I leaned on her, wondering what was on her mind. She seemed excited about something. Perhaps it was just this outing, but I couldn't help feeling it may be something more. "Oh James," she gushed, staring out the window as we passed by some beautiful buildings with people walking by on the sidewalk as though they had not a worry in the world. "Today is going to be so wonderful. I'm so glad you had free time to do this."

I turned my head to look at her, giving her a huge smile and leaning over to take her into a huge hug. Then, I moved to press my lips against hers for a long, passionate kiss. She very much obliged, moaning into my mouth a little before pulling away.

My c*ck twitched at that. Needless to say, I was a little riled up. Seeing her so thrilled did wonders for me. I calmed myself down, though, and reached up to cup her cheek, saying, "Of course. I'm looking forward to a romantic boat ride with you, beautiful."

Eventually, the car was parked, and we soon arrived at our destination. The dock, where we'd be taking our wonderful trip on the river. I smiled happily, sweeping Becca into my arms as she squealed with joyous laughter.

The sun shined brightly above, filling me with warmth and positivity. I made sure to put on sunscreen before getting into the car. It wouldn't do to get burns, after all. The smell of it on Becca, too, was relaxing and reminded me of lazy summer days.

Quite like today would be, speaking of which. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, which made the perfect atmosphere for something wonderful. The grass was a brilliant verdant under the sun, and butterflies fluttered around a patch of flowers we passed by.

I smiled as Becca bent down to look at the flowers and the butterflies, leaning against the car to give her a chance to do so. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I loved the idea of spending my life with her. Which was decided already, yes.

I needed to seal the deal, though. A wedding, something wonderful. Would she want to marry me after everything? I frowned, hoping the answer would be yes. She wanted to be here for the children, but I hoped that also meant with me. My worries were a bit silly. Here we were, spending a wonderful day together. Lately, she hadn't been argumentative or cold. She hadn't been bemoaning the idea of remaining in Italy, either, and had dropped talking about physically moving to Guatemala.

We felt like a real family. She did seem to love the idea of moving from the large compound to a smaller one, something I agreed with. Speaking of which, I looked over my shoulder to security, who would be waiting in the car.

That's when I frowned, letting out a sigh. Becca finished her attention to the flowers, shifting her focus to me and raising a curious brow. "What's the matter, James? You look a little nervous," she said, tilting her head just slightly. "I am just used to security following us everywhere, but they obviously can't come with us on the boat," I replied. Becca laughed at me and walked over, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face into my chest. I returned the hug with a laugh of my own.

"James," Becca said, her tone light-hearted and still very much happy. "Shouldn't I be the one freaking out about lack of security? You'll have your phone, so if the Cartwrights make like a shark and come charging at us from underwater, you can have them do the same."

That image was ridiculous in my mind, and I had to laugh. I joked, "Well, with how riled up we got them, I wouldn't be so sure that's off the table. You're right, though. It would do me well to relax. Especially if you can replace yourself able to do

so."

Becca smirked and rolled her eyes, gently shoving my shoulder before grabbing my arm and practically dragging me to the river. The water was a clear blue right now, just like the sky. There were some parts of the river that were a murky emerald, but not something off-putting.

We approached a nearby dock where a small boat was tied to a pole. It was painted red and white, just large enough to hold three people. Speaking of which, there was a gentleman there that dipped his head in greeting.

He said, "Hello there! I will be providing your ride today, an extra long one. In no part due to the very generous tip left by the lovely lady." He winked at Becca, causing her to look toward me with a sheepish grin. Her cheeks flushed, and I knew she'd put a lot into this..

I returned her smile, reaching down to grab her hand and leaving a gentle kiss on the back of it. She squeezed her hand as she held mine, then pulled me toward the boat. Becca said, "Hello there, sir! Thank you so much for accommodating us on such short notice."

"My pleasure for someone as sweet as you!" he said, then looked at me with an equally enthusiastic smile. "You must be the lucky sir! I have sandwiches packed here so you can share lunch on the river. How does that sound?"

"Delightful. Thank you so much," I said, boarding the small boat and taking a seat next to Becca. With that, we were off, gliding peacefully down the river and leaning against one another as we chatted happily under the sun. "This is so thoughtful, Becca," I whispered to her, stealing a kiss on her cheek. She gazed down the river, a soft smile on her face as she let out a sigh. Her blush deepened with my kiss, of course, and she gave a little shudder of bliss next to me. This only riled me up further. Hopefully, she would be in the mood to f*ck later. I definitely wanted her. Though, a warning at the back of my mind reminded me that may not be possible, what with this mysterious sickness she was dealing with. Hopefully, her visit to the doctor cleared things up.

I considered asking her but put the thought aside for now. She replied, "I'm so glad you like it, James. Out here, on the river, floating along. This is just so romantic." She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling for a moment.

Some ducks, quacking up a storm, flew above us about ten minutes later. Becca pointed up at them and chuckled, saying, "We need to bring Alessandro and Dahlia to the park so they can feed ducks! Not bread, though. Seed. Bread could make them sick."

"I'm so proud of you for always keeping aware and doing research," I told her, my voice dripping with adoration for the woman. She turned and beamed at me, stealing her own kiss, this one on my lips. I, of course, went to deepen it, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Exploring as much as I can, taking in her taste and the smell of her floral perfume, I let myself relax entirely. I wrapped my arms around her as I basked in her very essence for a moment, elated beyond words.

Eventually, I had to let go, much to the dismay of Becca, as well. I gave one last short kiss, a promise for later when we got off of the boat. The slight sway to her body, which jiggled her breasts a bit, told me she was in the mood for fun as well. First, however, we dug into the sandwiches and eventually landed by a church. Becca said, "I wanted to show you this spot. When I was on an outing, with security of course, looking for the perfect place to spend a romantic day with you, I spotted it."

I nodded, looking toward the stained glass windows. The sun was shining through it at just the right angle to display a menagerie of colors. The magic of the moment was daunting. I put my arm over Becca's shoulder and just had to pause and look at the art of it for a moment.

"It's beautiful," I breathed, then turned my head to smile at her. "Just like you, my love," I said, causing her to giggle and squirm. My eyes fell upon a choir made of children, which caused me to raise my brow. They gave a few kind grins in our direction.

"Children typically sing here around this time. I asked the priest since I heard about it from the grapevine," Becca explained. I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment to just dedicate most of my senses to listening to the notes pour like honey from the choir.

"They are incredibly skilled," I said, turning my head and opening my eyes to focus on Becca again. "I wonder if Alessandro or Dahlia will ever want to sing like that. Dahlia already has such a love of music. I hear her vocalizing when she's listening to anything with a catchy tune."

"I've noticed that too!" Becca said, clearly overjoyed that I picked up on that. "I think she has natural talent, but will still have to work hard like anything else. I can get her singing lessons in the future if her heart is in it." "That sounds wonderful, Becca. Me, you, and Alessandro will attend all of her concerts," I said. Becca nodded, now focusing on the children and wearing a sly smirk. What was on her mind, all of a sudden? Something funny? "You're forgetting someone, James," she said casually.

"I am?"

"You, me, Alessandro, and the new baby, when he or she is older, of course," she said. I blinked, reality taking a moment to settle in. My eyes began to widen, and I gasped, excitement building up to a crescendo as my eyes welled up with tears. "A new baby?" I whispered, but my voice didn't stay low for long. "A NEW BABY!" I screamed, turning and whisking Becca into my arms, hugging her tightly to my chest and letting out a cry of pure joy.

So many emotions were flowing through me at once, all of them incredibly positive. The priest didn't appreciate that and responded to my reaction with a harsh glare. I didn't care, I was basking in the moment. The choir children, of course, were giggling at the interruption.

"Becca," I gasped, giving her one kiss after another before replaceing my voice again. "I'm always going to be here for you. I'm so...so happy for us. Damn, if I could, I'd f*ck you right here and then in the confessionary. F*ck..." Becca leaned into my ear and whispered in a very sultry tone, "So f*ck me then, James."