All Chapters of Becoming Mrs. Lockwood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

OUR DESIRE IT WAS SO WARM AND comfy all snuggled down in my bed the next morning that I didn’t want to wake up. I was dreaming of Weston: his warmth, his scent, his touch, his body. And I didn’t want to leave it. I wanted to indulge in every heavenly ounce of it. The comfort of his body pressed against mine was all I needed.It was when I felt the hairs tickle the back of my neck that I realized the warmth wasn’t solely from my covers. As I surfaced into consciousness, I felt the weight of Weston’s arms across my waist, legs tangled in mine, the warmth of his body pressed behind me, and his breath as it swept across my neck. Turning to look back at him, he groaned, his grip tightening on my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.The feeling that coursed through me from such a small, simple action was indescribable. Warmth, need, want . . . love.I tried to turn around again, and a frown formed on his face. He reminded me of a little kid who didn’t want to wake up.

OUR FULL GARAGE FRIDAY.The end of the work and school week.The marking of my first full week of knowing Weston Lockwood, and the last day I would be stuck at home while he was away at work. The good news was, during all my free time, I got to spend hours playing the piano, which was something I’d always loved doing. The bad news was, my hands ached. Muscle memory served me well, but I’d obviously lost some dexterity and stamina.With a piano in the house, it wouldn’t be long before I was back up to where I was.Amy, one of Weston’s assistants, showed up at the house mid-morning with bags in her hands.“Good morning,” I said, trying to be friendly. So far, the only interaction I’d had with her was when she held our place at the DMV.She smiled at me, a genuine one that made it to her pretty blue eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood.”“You don’t have to call me that. Just Wren.”“Oh, I know,” she said with a grin and a giggle. “It’s just fun to call you that.”She made

OUR BINDING REUNION OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I hardly saw Weston. It was just me and a big, empty house. At least the piano was there to keep me company. And an entire library’s catalog of movies to watch. Then there was the homework, which I was struggling a bit to catch up on.Weston wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be working a lot. A few text messages passed throughout the day, but otherwise it was mostly silence. He would hug and kiss me goodbye in the morning, but had only been home in time for a late dinner one night. When he did come home, he encased my body with his, and I felt whole. By the time he left on Friday morning, I could see the exhaustion etched into his features, leaving with a promise to be home for dinner and the hopes for earlier than that.I spent the morning before school playing with my new phone. Weston had gotten me an iPhone, which Julia then uploaded Weston’s schedule into. Being the smart woman that she was, she knew it would make our lives easi

OUR CHEESY QUOTES I WAS HAPPY THAT WESTON had taken all of Sunday off. I looked forward to spending some much needed time with him. It was still early when we woke, Weston getting his first full night of sleep in a week, and neither of us wanted to move from our cuddlefest. My head was resting on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. His fingers trailed up and down my back, the sensation so soothing I almost drifted back to sleep.In that moment between wakefulness and sleep, I remembered the gate and how I hadn’t had a chance to ask him about it the previous evening.“Weston?” I waited for him to look my way.“Hmm?”“I meant to ask you . . . When UPS came by with my boxes, I didn’t let them in, so who did?”He shook his head, unfazed. “Joe did.”“Joe?”“I haven’t been able to introduce you to him yet. Joe is head of security. He supervises the house, oversees security at the company, and is my personal bodyguard when I attend major events. H

OUR FAMILY EXPANDED? TIME. IT WAS TIME TO find out where fate would take us. Time to see the doctor.It was hard to believe three weeks had passed so quickly. That meant Weston and I were coming up on the one month anniversary of our marriage in a few short days.The blaring of the alarm went off, waking us both. Weston’s hand slammed down on the clock before he snuggled back down into the bed. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my back to his chest.“Good morning, baby girl,” he whispered into my ear, holding me close.I smiled and sighed in contentment. Weston’s arms were my special place. A place filled with safety and security, and the love that was blooming between us.“Morning,” I murmured, turning toward him, my face burrowing into his chest, breathing him in.His hands trailed up and down my back, making me hum in appreciation.“Today’s the big day, huh?”“Yeah,” I replied.His hand cupped my face, tilting it up to look at him. Our eyes met before he