I couldn't sleep. I watched the numbers on the clock ticking by, three, four, five in the morning. The room was empty of my personal belongings, save my tuxedo for later. Everything else had been moved to the house. At five fifteen I gave up and went to read the paper in the living room. Nothing of interest. After ten minutes the door opened.

"I knew you would be up." Luisa said, handing me a cup of coffee. "Are you excited?"

"Yeah." I said with a little smile. "Thanks."

"I wish Dad could be here. He'd be really proud, Raf." She put her hand on my shoulder. "A perfect grandson, the hotel is doing amazing, getting married."

"I can't really imagine him approving of me." I said, taking a sip of coffee. "Though he'd probably like Jane. Right? Everyone likes Jane."

Luisa laughed. "I don't know. Think about it! He liked my mother who left me, Rose who was a drug lord, and your mother, which speaks for itself. Not to mention he liked Petra. I bet he wouldn't like her."

For whatever reason, her dark humor lifted my spirits. He was a poor judge of character for someone in business. Maybe it even applied to me. Maybe it was why he loved Lachlan and never seemed to like me. "Thanks, Luisa. You're a great best woman."

She shrugged. "I am pretty good." After a small pause, she continued earnestly. "I'm really happy for you, you know. I know you've had it pretty hard, no matter how flippant you were about it. I'm glad you're finally happy."

I hugged her. "I hope I get to see you this happy with someone, too." I murmured to her.

A painfully long eight hours later I was standing at the alter in my tuxedo, waiting for Jane. The priest would only marry us in his church, so we were talking pictures by the tree later. The organ music swelled with the start of the processional. Down the aisle came Abuela and Rogelio's parents, escorted by my sister who then came and stood next to me. Next was Lena, carrying Mateo with his basket of toys. The music changed and got louder, everyone stood.

Jane appeared in the doorway standing between her parents, clutching a bouquet of those white camellias she and Abuela were so fond of. An elbow length veil covered her head, and she was in a magnificent dress. She slowly came down the aisle, her eyes never leaving mine.

"And who gives this woman?" The priest asked. With that, the ceremony began. It was a strange feeling, like it was moving so fast and so slow at the same time. It felt like the mass was six hours long, but before I knew it we were saying our vows.

"I, Rafael Solano, take thee, Jane Glorianna Villenueva, for better or worse" I squeezed her hand. "For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, from this day forward."

The priest smiled. "Then I would like to present to you for the first time as husband and wife, Mr and Mrs Villenueva. You may kiss your bride!"

I quickly pulled back her veil, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her. Our relationship flashed through my mind, from our first meeting to now. Seeing her at the Golden Harbour Yacht Club, kissing her, confronting her about the pregnancy, kissing her again, breaking up, kissing in the pool, breaking up again, winning her back. Getting engaged. Now here we were, kissing at our wedding.

"I love you. Thank you." I murmured as we finally pulled apart to walk back down the aisle.

"I love you. For what?" She asked, beaming.

"Marrying me." I said, kissing her again.

The next two hours was a blur of photography; family photos, posed photos, pictures of us kissing by the tree. Finally we made our entrance to the reception.

There was seating on a patio overlooking the beach, where dinner would shortly be served. The band was set up nearby, and there was a canopy of twinkling fairy lights strung for dancing on the sand.

Jane was immediately pulled away to talk to some friends, and Xiomara appeared by my side, drink in hand. "You took her name? I'm surprised."

I carefully schooled my face into a smile. "It made sense. Jane is closer to you and Abuela than I am to my family." I paused. "And Mateo's last name is Villenueva, so we would have had to change two names instead of one. It was the obvious choice."

She let out a short laugh. "I'm sure convenience was a great motivator."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "And what exactly does that mean?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, nothing at all."

Obviously that was bull, it was clearly a dig at how I fell in love with the woman caring my child, at our instant family. I let a deep breath out and grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray. Then the event coordinator announced it was time for dinner and thankfully I was able to escape.

Dinner went smoothly, the food was impeccable. Before long it was time for the toasts, cake cutting, and first dance. I stood first, addressing everyone.

"Thank you all so much for coming. We considered doing toasts, but ultimately decided everyone would rather dance than listen to us. You're the most important people in our lives, and we're honored you could make it."

There was some polite clapping while we cut the cake, carefully feeding one another. Then the music started, and our first dance began.

The hours passed quickly while we danced; it felt like five minutes between our first dance and when the event coordinator gave me the warning that it was almost time to clear out. I went to find Jane, who was coming back from the indoor ladies' room.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "It's already ten."

"Yeah." She smiled, but I could tell she was nervous. "Let me just say good bye."

"Don't worry." I said, taking her hand in mine. "I have a surprise for you."

I had organized a grand exit for us. We walked back to the party, where Jane was surprised to find everyone holding a sparkler, standing in a line. One by one we said good bye to our guests, thanking then for coming. As we progressed down the line, the limousine that would be taking us back to our house came into view. Finally there were only three people left in the line.

Xiomara wrapped Jane in her arms. "I can't believe my baby is married. Good luck." It was tender and honest, the most motherly thing I'd ever heard her say.

Next in line was Rogelio, who kissed her on the cheek. "I couldn't imagine a more beautiful daughter. I love you."

Jane teared up. "Thanks, Dad. We'll see you tomorrow before we leave."

Finally there was Alba. "Mi Jane. No puedo expresar lo orgulloso que estoy de ti, lo feliz que me haces. Ahora ve- Lo que se dice Xiomara? Puede enroscarse con gusto!" My Jane. I can't express how proud I am of you, how happy you've made me. Now go-What is it Xiomara says? Bang him with gusto!

Jane laughed, kissing her on the cheek before turning to me and melting her mouth against mine. Calls and whistles rang out as we got in the limo and took one last look, before heading towards home.

"Abuela likes her champagne." I laughed. "What was your favorite part of the day?"

She smiled again, clutching my hand. "So far? Our first kiss. But there's still an hour and a half left in the day."

I raised an eyebrow. "You seem a little tense about that. It's fine if you're not ready yet. There's other things we can do."

She shook her head emphatically. "No, I'm ready. I've been ready for a long time. I need you. I want you."

We pulled up outside the house just then. I slipped the driver an enormous tip, before helping Jane with her dress. We went up the front walk together, and I unlocked the front door.

"Welcome home." I murmured to her, before lifting her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck before laughing in delight. I carried her over the threshold, then closed the door with my foot and kicked off my shoes.

"Are you going to put me down?" She asked.

"No." I replied, before heading up the stairs. "I'm going to carry you all the way to our marital bed."

I walked down the hall, across the threshold of our bedroom, then gently put her down next to the bed. I took both her hands in mine, then stood back, just looking at her.

"You're really beautiful." I said honestly. "I don't tell you enough. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for being you."

She bit her lip. "You're very amorous."

"I am." I agreed. "I just got to marry my soul mate. I've never been so happy." I rested my hands on her waist, admiring her. I pulled her to me, gently rubbing her back, and our lips met.

Electricity crackled between us, the blood heated in my veins. She wrapped her arms around my neck, then briefly broke the kiss. "Unzip me. I'm ready."

I nodded, then caught her mouth with mine again. Slowly I dragged down the zipper, exposing something white underneath. Jane lowered her arms, letting the dress slip from her shoulders to the floor. She was wearing a white silk teddy that ended just below her bottom and almost totally exposed her breasts. On her thigh was a garter. "Wow." I breathed.

"Wait until you see what I have for next week." She hinted, pulling off my tuxedo jacket and starting the buttons on my shirt. I untied my bowtie and unfastened my cufflinks as she started pulling at my belt. "Now we're even." She said as my trousers dropped to the floor and I pulled off my shirt.

I reached out, holding her head in my hands. Slowly I brought her face to mine for a deep, lingering kiss. I ran my hands over her body, felt the warmth emanating from her skin. Then she nearly jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I walked us over to the bed, laying her down and covering her body with my own. Her breasts came spilling out from her lingerie, impossibly erotic. I broke our kiss, dropping my head to her bosom and lavishing her nipples with attention. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, over her slick folds.

"Please." She begged. "Please. I need you. I need more."

"Are you sure?" I asked, rubbing a finger lightly near her opening.

"Yes!" She called out, arching her hips towards me once more. Slowly I slid my finger inside her, gently rubbing. "Oh, Raf!" She called out.

I gently added a second finger, going back to playing with her breasts with my mouth. Her body was growing tight beneath mine, her moans louder. Her hands gripped my shoulders as her body clenched around my fingers, and she shouted through her orgasm.

She looked amazing, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting, exposed, well pleasured. My erection was painful against my boxers, I'd never been so hard. "Was it worth the wait?" I asked her.

Her eyes met mine. "That's not what I waited for. Hope many times do I have to beg for you to make love to me?"

She pulled my mouth to hers as I pulled her lingerie off over her head. She pushed down my boxers and wrapped her legs around me, bringing me closer to her core. I pushed the tip of my hardness against her slick, swollen folds.

"I love you." I told her.

"I love you, too." She whispered back, and our mouths met once more. Slowly I entered her, sinking my cock into the warm depths of her sex.

And Jane was a Virgin no more.

She felt incredible. So hot, so wet, gripping me tightly. Finally I was completely sheathed in her. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Okay? This is the best I've ever felt ever. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!"

Her nails scored my back as they raked across it. Slowly I pulled out, then surged back into her. She moaned loudly, flexing her hips to meet my thrust. She was amazing, everything I could have ever imagined and more. I'd never felt so connected to someone. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and she was making obscene moaning noises as I drove in and out of her.

The pressure was mounting for both of us, I could feel it in the way she trembled, in the way she tightened around me. It was good, I wasn't sure how long I could hold out for. It had been so long since I'd had sex, and here was this erotic goddess who was writhing beneath me, calling my name. I plunged into her again and again, deeper and harder.

"Oh, Rafael, Rafael!" She called out, pulling my face to hers, our mouths colliding as she came again. Her muscles clenched around me like a vice, and I couldn't hold on any longer, thrusting desperately and deeply into her as I came, pouring myself into her.

We laid there for a long moment before I moved to lay beside her, taking her into my arms, kissing her cheek.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

She was still breathing raggedly. "Yeah. That was, well, wow." She nuzzled close to me. "I get it now. I get what the big deal is."

"So was it worth waiting for?" I teased.

"Yeah." She replied sleepily. "I think it was."

Her eyelids drooped, but she fought valiantly to stay awake. I kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep."

I swear I could see her blush in the dim light of the bedroom. "It's stupid, it's just..." She paused for a moment, burying her face into my neck. "I don't want today to end."

"Hey." I gently tilted her head up, so she was looking in my eyes. "Today was incredible. But we have our whole lives ahead of us. I love you, and I can't wait to wake up tomorrow next to my wife."

I kissed her, and she smiled, then laid back and closed her eyes. "You're right." She said. "Goodnight, husband."

I held her tighter. "Goodnight, wife."

A/n: How did you guys like Rafael changing his last name? I just can't imagine Jane not being a Villenueva.

Next chapter is some serious PWP on their honeymoon and either an epilogue or a teaser for my next Jafael fic! We'll just have to see how it goes. -K