Next up will most likely be the birth of their child. I put Envy into this chapter because it just happened on it's own and I went with it, so it will most likely not get it's own chapter, but we'll see what happens.

Even to a jaded asshole like himself, Rosie looked like a damn angle. Her eyes were bright with happiness, putting down any rumor that he was forcing her into this marriage. Her hair was a mess of bouncy curls, framing her young shining face, a grin stretching from ear to ear, showing off her pearly whites, the opposite of his own black smile. On her head was a strange headpiece made of pearls and diamonds set in silver

Her dress was a long sleeve, tea length, lace, number that had belonged to her mother, he had watched her painstakingly dye the dress an off-white color because "I can't wear white. It wouldn't be proper." she had told him solemnly. He didn't give a shit if she walked down the aisle in a thong and pasties, so long as he had the paper legally claiming her as his at the end of the day. In her hands was a tuberose bouquet wrapped in a purple ribbon.

He smiled to see his father and Devon's eyes widen when she walked passed them, Reggie grimaced as she pulled her big bulk up off the pew and stared enviously at Rosie as she passed.

Reggie was already big and swollen and obviously uncomfortable. Rosie was only showing when naked, a small little bump that she lovingly caressed as she went about her day, preparing food, decorating the nursery, a busy little bee buzzing and humming from task to task.

The Chapel tittered in begrudging approval as she made her way down the aisle, flanked by the purple and white bundles of flowers she had put together on their kitchen table and he had ordered his friends to put in place on the ends of the pews early this morning.

They had a fairly good crowd, many of her fathers parishioners had shown up, either out of curiosity or out of respect for the town Preacher. They came in their best clothes, the men in suits and the women all sporting fancy hats and pastel dresses.

His side of the church was also full, although the differences between his group and hers were as obvious as the differences between the bride and the groom themselves. His side was filled mostly with men in jeans and plaid button up shirts, and peppered here in there with the women who laid claim to the few of his friends willing to settle down. The women had also tried, donning their best dresses, the only difference was their dresses were sparkly, skin tight and short enough to walk the streets looking for Johns. Those women eyed Rosie with curiosity, having been under Mac more than once themselves, they couldn't imagine how this clean cut little girl could handle the man, much less rope him into marriage. They hadn't seen their former lover without his new pet in months, they were joined at the hip. It was all so strange and they wondered what trick the goody two shoes knew that they didn't.

The ceremony was mostly a blur to him, he heard the Preacher babble on about love and respect and honoring one another, and he repeated the words he was supposed to repeat, but none of it meant much to him. He knew what he wanted from his wife, total unbending devotion and obedience, and he had no doubt Rosie would give him what he wanted.

There was a small dinner and dance after ceremony in the church rec. room that quickly turned into a raucous affair with all his friends drinking and drugging, he even had to slap a couple of woman who were so far into inebriation that they thought hitting on him while he sat next to his beautiful wife was a good idea. Rosie was his now, his family and nobody disrespected his family. He sent the women back to their boyfriends and lovers, with split lips, most likely to get even more of a beating when the men found out why they were bleeding and crying.

Rosie sat pin straight next to him sipping on lemonade and smiling sadly at his drunk friends as they slurred stories of previous exploits at her. Mac nursed his third beer and watched.

Devon had left with Reggie an hour ago, his face pinched and angry as she waddled behind him, ignoring all the whispers as they made there way through the crowed. Devon fucking his sister, the worst kept secret in Cainsville.

Walter, his father also sat and watched. He watched his fathers eyes rome over his bride, a small bit of lust in his gaze but mostly appraising. Mac knew he'd find no fault in the woman he'd chosen. Rosie was beautiful, because she was good, sweet and loving. Her features were not that of a glamorous actress or model, she was nothing miraculous either way, but she was a beauty non the less, especially when she smiled, like she smiled at him now. His father's dream was to have this with Devon's mother, now he had to sit and watch Mac get everything he ever wanted and more. Rosie was so far above anyone Walter or Devon, could ever, or will ever have.

He put down his beer, "Time to go girl."

"Oh good." she sighed tiredly. "My feet are killing me in these shoes."

"Take them off. I'll carry you."

Rosie giggled, turning to say goodbye to her father, apparently thinking he was joking. Mac hooked an arm under her knees and swung her up into his arms easily. Even pregnant she was such a small thing, that she didn't weigh much at all. She yelped and circled his neck in a death grip.

"Oh my! Mac?" she shrieked.

"Told you." Mac growled. "Hey Jesus, get those shoes off her and don't be touching her feet more than you have to."

A dark skinned hulk of a man with tattoos covering nearly all visible areas of his body except his face slipped the shoes off her quickly, he took a little sniff inside each and grinned.

"Can I keep them?"

"No, put them in her bag dumbass." Mac laughed and Rosie crinkled her nose.

It didn't take long to get her into his truck, his friends had opted to cover the damn thing in diapers instead of condoms, considering how Rosie was already knocked up. The Preacher followed them out shaking his head at all the wolf whistles and cat calling, his friends sent them out with.

"Will you be in church tomorrow?"

"Naw, doesn't this count. Shit, old man. Do you want us to move into the chapel?"

"This was a wedding not a service." his brand new father-in-law answered sternly.

"I'll be here Daddy." Rosie stuck her head out. "Mac already said I could." she smiled so lovingly at her new husband, you'd have thought he hung the moon.

"See, I ain't so bad, Dad." he chuckled and slapped the Preacher on the shoulder. "But right now, I got some consummating to do."

The Preacher let out a noise of disgust, before tuning on his heel to deal with the rest of the wedding guests, from the sound of yelling and breaking glass, the party was quickly getting out of control.

The Preacher nearly ran straight into Walter as he opened the door to small dance hall.

"I can get the rest of Mac's group to the Luna Mesa." The Mexican man told him. "They stay here much longer and they will rip this place apart. Mac keeps hem in check, but with him gone." the man shrugged.

The Preacher bit back an angry retort and nodded his head. "Yes, sounds like they've already done damage."

Walter stroked his mustache, "So I guess we're family now," he let out a humorless chuckle.

"Your son hit the lottery with my girl." the Preacher couldn't help but retort.

"mmmm," Walter hummed, his hand moving down to scratch through his chin hair. "He wont be letting her go any time soon…or ever. There's one thing I can say about my son is he learns from others mistakes. He won't be making the same ones I did…or his brother's either."

The preacher looked at the other man in surprise, he sounded almost proud of his son. Proud and a little envious.

"You want to keep that girl in one piece best not interfere." Walter finished his speech on that disturbing note.

He turned and yelled into the dance hall, "You part of Mac's party, it's time to go!" he whipped his hand in the air, beckoning for them all to come. "Fee shots for anyone who makes their way to the Luna Mesa!" he turned and walked out, a herd of stumbling men and women shuffling after them.

The Preacher watched the procession slowly make their way to the cars and sent a prayer that none of these people would kill some innocents on their way to and from the bar.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM

Rosie stood in front of the bed in their room, she wore a matching set of underwear, white lacy things with small reinstates sprinkled hear and there making her look like a fairy.

Her breasts had filled out even more since her pregnancy, her hips a tad bit wider, her ass that hadn't been much more than a handful had also grown since he knocked her up. He liked the changes and he liked her old body, either way she was a little thing and he loved using that to his advantage.

"Do you like them?" she asked his shyly, "I didn't know who to ask about something sexy so I just listened to what the sales lady said." she fidgeted and looked down at her body, "She was nice, another lady tried to make me by these strappy things," she motioned up and down her thigh, "and a bra that was just a flower here," she motioned to her nipple, "and a bunch of straps, it was weird and more expensive." she looked at him confused. "Would you like that better? I know you.." she shrugged, "know more than me." she finished.

Mac snorted, "You don't need to buy fancy shit for me, I don't give a fuck about your underwear, so long as it comes off." he looked her up and down. "I like this…it's you. I don't need a slut for a wife."

Rosie smiled, "I did good!"

Mac nodded, "You did good, now come here." his thirst for her didn't seem to have an end. Before Rosie he did well, sex a couple of times a week at least, now he got it all day everyday if he wanted, the well never went dry. He would drink for as long as he was able.

Rosie, ever obedient, walked to stand in front of him, she smoothed a hand over her small belly.

"The Doctor says we should start feeling movement any day now, sometimes I think I feel something, like a bean jumping in my belly."

Mac put his hand over hers, running the fingers of the other hand through her bouncy curls and forcing her to look up at him instead of down at her belly.

"If it's a girl, can we name her after my mama and yours?" she blinked up at him. "Lily Scarlett or Scarlett Lily….I…I actually like the second way better." she bit her lip.

"A girl?" Mac froze, he hadn't even considered if the child would be a girl. His mind conjured up a girl that looked like Rosie and didn't like it, he didn't want a child running around looking like the woman he fucked. Then another thought occurred to him, what if she not only looked like Rosie but acted like her? No, that would not fly. He wouldn't have some man telling his daughter what to do.

"We can name her that." he told Rosie, "but," he gripped her chin in his hand and looked straight into her eyes, "she's getting the same training as the boys."

"But I get to do stuff with her too, right!" Rosie pleaded with him, she wasn't a hundred percent sure what "training" he would be doing with their children, but she knew he had plans, and her standing by him and his children being his "little army" had everything to do with his goals. She had hopped for at least a girl to do girl things with.

"Don't worry." he laughed at her. "I'll let you do her hair and go shopping and shit, but mark my words Shorty, you are the only one in this family who's gonna be sweet."

He didn't wait for her answer before bring his lips down to hers. He'd gotten much better at kissing and found he liked it, Rosie loved it and it warmed her up quick, even still, he'd spent more than a few hours simply making out with his woman straddled on his lap.

He backed her up to the bed, still fully clothed in his black slacks and button up shirt, he laid her down and stood up to remove his own clothes.

"Not yet Shorty." he told her when she sat up to take off her bra. "I'll get you in a bit." he stripped down to his underwear and climbed on top of her.

It was the first night she was legally his, he was taking his time, they had forever and it was in writing.

Rosie moaned sweetly as his tongue danced with hers, her arms wrapped around his neck as she arched her body up to his. He let his hands roam over her breasts and hips lazily enjoying the feel of her body under his.

"Enjoy your wedding little one?" he questioned slipping his hand behind her back to unclasp he bra, it was a cute set on her, he decided to keep them in-tacked.

"Yes," she slipped her arms out of the straps for him and ran her hands down his chest. Ever since she became pregnant her desire for him had grown, she was comfortable touching him and being touched by him, even if she was still a little naive.

He bent down and took a breast into his mouth, licking softly at the pink peak and then doing the same with the other. Rosie arched up gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Gonna do something new. You ready for me Rosie?"

"New?" she whispered a bit of nervousness creeping into her voice.

"This one's for you. For being such a good girl."

"Like a gift?" she cried out happily.

He huffed out a laugh, Rosie loved her gifts, any damn thing he got her and she lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Sure," he wagged his tongue at her and made his way down her body pulling her underwear with him as he went.

She looked at him in confusion when he settled himself between her legs, his face in line with her already wet slit.

"What are you doing down there?" she whispered, like they were doing something bad and liked to get caught at any minute.

"You know when you suck my dick?" she nodded at him, "I can do it to you." he spread her open, snickering at her little gasp, "Right here." he licked at her little nub and Rosie shuddered.

"Oh Mac," she breathed out as he licked her again.

"Good isn't it?"

"Yeeesss," she shuddered again as he got to work, his tongue using all it had learned in kissing her and applying it to her sensitive pink pearl.

Hers was the first pussy he ever eaten and it was good, there was no worry of diseases, or other men's cum. There was just the sweet and salty taste of Rosie

It didn't take long for his new wife to tremble and scream out his name but Mac didn't stop there. He continued his ministrations adding his fingers and sometimes his tongue into her quivering channel.

She'd climaxed four times by his count when he decided to finally give her what she was begging for and slipped inside her. He groaned as she continued to clench and quiver around his shaft, making her even tighter for him. He pumped into her as slow as he could go, he pulled her hair back to tilt her face up to his.

"Taste yourself Rosie." he groaned into her mouth.

Rosie gasped as his tongue touched hers, she tried to turn away in shock, but he kept her still. Her reluctance didn't last long, soon she was responding to his kisses as eagerly as ever.

"Mac." she moaned out his name, "I love you." she kissed him again. "I love you so much."

Mac grinned, "Good Girl." he sped up his thrusts, rewarding her with another orgasm before finding his own release.

He rolled off her, and grabbed a cigarette out of the pack next to him. Before he could light it Rosie gasped.

"I better go to the other room." she sat up and reached for a rob she kept on the bench by the bed.

"Fuck no. Get back here." he yanked her back.

"But the smoke," she looked at the cigarette. "I read even second had smoke is bad for the baby."

Mac looked at the unlit cigarette in his hand, she was already watching out for there kid. He tossed the cigarette back onto the side table and pulled her up against him.

"I'll smoke later. You just lay here and be quiet."

Rosie snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his chest and running her fingers through his chest hair. Mac brought one arm around her shoulders and put the other across his eyes. Rosie said nothing, just like he told her too, she quietly ran her hands up and down his chest and stomach, letting him relax. He did a damn good job in choosing her, and he thought that what they'd done might just have been more than sex. He was gentle with her, something he hadn't been sure he was capable of, but he did it, and it wasn't bad, not bad at all. He liked her, he decided. They would make a good team. Walter and Devon were fucked. He smiled proudly.

So if you have ever watched Natural Born Killers then think of how Micky feels about Mallory and you'll get where Mac's feelings towards Rosie are going. Rosie isn't anything like Mallory and won't turn into her either, and Mac is pretty different from Micky too but it's the whole vicious man finding a light he can be soft for, kind of thing. I don't know if that made any sense but that's how I'm seeing this. Also, *wink wink* Mac having a girl child, haha. Not sure he would be able to handle it as well as he thinks :-) Thanks for reading guys