Zed's POV

The next morning, I woke up a little late. Addy's scent wafted gently off my pillow and I sighed contently, sprawling my arm across the bed to wrap around her. Only to realize she wasn't there. My eyes shoot open and I jerk up to search the room in a panic. I can see the door is ajar and after a second, I can hear faint giggles coming from downstairs. I relax, knowing she must have let me sleep a little longer while she went to play with Zoey.

The giggling stopped and I hear the light footsteps padding up the steps before the door slowly opens and my white haired beauty peeks her head in. She sees me propped up on my elbow and smiled at me, sliding in and shutting the door quietly behind herself.

"Morning Gorgeous." I whisper. She giggles and tip toes over to the bed with me.

"Good morning." She whispers back, sitting on the bed and leaning down to kiss me. I sigh contently against her lips. It doesn't last nearly long enough since she pulls back. "Your dad's still asleep." She informs me. "I was trying to keep Zoey occupied so you both could sleep."

I hum in understanding and left my hand to the back of her head to gently guide her back down for another peck. "You're the best Addy." I murmured against her lips. She smiled and reconnected our lips. This one lingering, turning into another, then another. Until she was on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her mouth hungrily devouring mine.

My hands glide up her silky smooth bare legs under my oversized sweatshirt she has on to palm her plump backside. Her hips already vaguely grinding against mine, only the thin fabrics of our underwear separating us. The delicious friction getting my body excited, if it wasn't already from my morning wood.

Suddenly she broke our kiss and sits straight up, grabbing the bottom of the sweatshirt and throwing it over her head and off the bed. I had a perfect view of her gorgeous, slightly pregnant, body and whimper beneath her in need. She doesn't leave me waiting long as she crashes our lips back together. She moans into my mouth as our tongues dance.

Fuck, I can't wait anymore.

I roll my groin up to press intimately against her center. She bit her lip to hold back a gasp.

"Will you ride me baby?" I rasped out. Her eyes roll back and moans quietly again before nodding. She got up off me and slid her panties down, I take the chance to slide my boxers down my thighs too, then she climbs back over me.

She positions herself over my tip, hold my gaze with her own, and slowly sinks down on me. We collectively moan. Once I'm fully sheathed, she leans forward to hold onto my biceps for leverage.

Her movements are slow and steady, and God can it get any better than this? Her body is so beautiful, so perfect. The little bump of our growing child safe in her womb protruding just enough to be noticed. I suddenly have the strong urge to kiss her. I want to show her how much I love her. It's like she's already read my mind as she leans down to press our lips together, her body flush with mine as she rocks back and forth in a steady rhythm.

I bring my knees up, giving me the ability to meet her thrusts with a little more snap. The way my thighs connect with her ass gives the slightest slapping sound. I think I'm gonna burst.

"Z-Zed!" She moaned, trying her best to stay quiet. Oh god just the way my name come out drives me crazy!

I wrap my arms around to hold her tightly against me, preventing her from moving so I can use my new positioning to the fullest. My lips cover hers to muffle any other noises she might make as my pace quickens, pounding up into her from underneath. Her gasps and moans caged in her mouth making it hard to last much longer. A slick sheen of sweat coating both our skins.

"Come on Baby." I pant centimeters from her lips. "Together." She nods with hooded eyes and pink cheeks.

"Yeah, ah!" She agreed with a moan. She crashes our lips and mingles our tongues, the hot steam of our breaths thickening the air around us. She pushes back against my thrusts, quickening the friction.

"Addy. Oh fuck." I curse through a moan.

"Zed! Ah, ah! Zed!" She cried a little too loudly. I can feel she's as close as I am. I dip my head down and surface bite her mark, not breaking skin, but the pressure of my teeth on the sensitive spot sends her off the deep end. Her walls clamp down around my manhood and milk me for all I'm worth.

We lay there, equally breathless and basking in the after sex euphoria, when she giggled against my bare chest. I smile and look down at her curiously.

"That was not as quiet as I hoped." She said, not really sounding like she regretted it though. I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.

"Yeah, we might get a slap on the hand from my dad for that one." I agree. She laughs again and sits up, climbing off me and putting the sweatshirt she stole from me back on. She picked up her panties as well then headed for the door.

"Get up and get ready! We have a few stops to make today!" She informed me, sounding cheerful before disappearing out the door to where I assume was the bathroom to freshen up. I sigh and do as I'm told. Though I'm dreading the stops I know she's referring to.

XxX

Addison's still finishing up getting ready for the day when I head down the stairs to greet The Family. I can hear dad and Zoey both in the dining room, I turn the corner to greet them and immediately freeze. Zoey and Dad were tying, cutting, and fluffing newspaper flowers, laughing and smiled quietly amongst themselves.

I suddenly feel Addison place her petite hand on my shoulder as she comes up beside me.

"Surprise, I hope your not upset." She whispers. I shake my head to recompose out of my shock.

"N-no! I'm not upset!" I assure her. She smiles softly.

"I thought it'd be nice to make some flowers for your mom's grave this morning. I recruited Zoey and it looks like she's recruited your dad while we were, busy." She teased, kissing my cheek before rushing ahead to join them. I soften.

Seriously, how did I get so lucky with her?

I follow her in and they all smile as I enter the dining room.

"Good morning Zed!" Zoey greeted excitedly.

"Morning Son." Dad greets as well.

"Mornin' Zoe, Pops." I reply.

"Look Zed! We're making flowers to put on Mommy's grave!" She exclaimed, waving the paper flowers wildly in my face. I laugh and gently push her hands away.

"I noticed. They're very nice Zoe." I tell her. I hear Dad chuckle across the table.

"Maybe you'd have been able to help make a few if you hadn't been defiling your bedroom this morning." He half scolded. I give him a sheepish smile. "Try to be more discreet when you're in my house, ok?" He asked nicely.

"Absolutely, sorry Dad." I apologize, Addison comes up behind my chair with her hands on my shoulders in support.

"Yeah, sorry Zevon." She echoes. He waves us off like it's not a big deal.

"As long as we have an understanding, there's nothing to worry about!" He assured us. Addison leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"We should get going. We'll be having breakfast with my parents after the cemetery." She said, walking around to collect the flowers from Zoey. I stand up and Dad is quick to scurry around the table before we can leave, giving me a strong hug.

"I just want you to know how proud I am of you." He said close to my ear. I smile and nod against his shoulder before pulling back.

"Ok Adds. Let's get going." I say, taking her hand and telling my family bye before heading out the door.

XxX

It was a chilly fall morning, so I made sure Addy was bundled up with one of my sweatshirts as an extra layer. Since I'm a zombie, my circulation isn't as good as a normal human, so my skin doesn't get cold as easily.

We walked across the cemetery, the barren burial grounds on the Zombietown side of Seabrook. I can feel Addison's hurting heart. I squeeze her hand lightly for reassurance. Her grip tightens and she turns to bury her face in my arm as we keep walking. I bring my opposite hand up, gently brushing her hair behind her ear, and kissing the top of her head.

"It's ok Addy." I whisper.

It's not long before we reach the small plaque meant as my mother's headstone. Plaques were much more affordable after all. It's not easy providing for your family when you're a zombie. A chill runs down my spine. What if I can't provide for Addison and our child like I want to? What if I can't find a good enough paying job to support us?

Addison can feel my anxiety rising and releases my arm so she can embrace me fully. It already feels better with her arms around me. Her support is the best. She's there beside me no matter what. Unwavering. I couldn't imagine spending another day of my life without her in it.

"Wanna sit?" I ask. She smiles sadly and nods. We sit by the plaque and I help her stick the wire stems of the flowers she and Zoey made into the dirt. "This was really sweet of you Addy." I say.

"I think you're just partial." She laughs. I chuckle too.

"Maybe." I agree, pausing as I watch her another few moments. This beautiful girl placing homemade flowers around my mother's grave, who she never met mind you, is the most selfless and caring person I've ever met. She's the person I'm building my future with. She's my entire life. I still have no idea how I got so lucky.

"I love you Addison." I declare, completely catching her off guard. She smiles fondly and turns to face me fully.

"I love you too Zed. Always." She tells me sincerely. I know it's time. It's the perfect time. With my mother as witness.

I sit up and prop myself on one knee. She looks at me in confusion at first, but then I reach in my pocket to pull out the maroon velvet box and her eyes widen.

"I know we've decided to spend the rest of our lives together already, in my weird zombie kinda way," she giggles watery, "but I would be the happiest man in the world if I could call you my mate and my wife. Addison, will you marry me?" I ask, opening the box to reveal the diamond ring my father had once proposed to my mother with.

It wasn't a big rock by any means and it probably didn't cost a lot of money, but the sentiment behind it was worth so much more than a dollar amount. She covered her mouth as the tears spilled over. She didn't verbally answer, I assume she can't find her words right away, 'cause she nods vigorously instead. I smile broadly and immediately bring her into my arms. She's crying and laughing all at once when I finally pull back to slip the dainty ring on her finger then pull her into my lap, her back leaning into my chest.

"It's beautiful." She comments with a sniffle, holding her hand up so the light catches the diamond just right. I rest my chin on her shoulder and lean my head against hers.

"Yeah, it was Mom's." I informed her. She pulled her ringed hand into her chest and cradled it as another wave of tears hit my overly hormonal, pregnant fiancé. Man that felt good to say.

I hold her comfortingly, enjoying the blissful feelings coursing through me while they last. I know, in the back of my mind, this will just add to our discussion with her parents in about an hour. But right now, I don't care. I'm perfectly happy sitting here with my love in my arms for the time being.

All good things must come to an end eventually though, and that time finally came when she kissed my cheek before getting onto her feet.

"We should get going." She says regrettably. I smile and stand up beside her.

"We can take our time. I'm sure they'll understand." I assure her. She smiles and nods. I give my mother's plaque one last glance before we're leaving.

I take a deep breath and smile, my head held high and chest full of love. I know my mom would be happy for us. It's time to carve our own paths in this world. The road ahead is bright.