Mark still hadn’t realized he was Hazel’s father, but at least he realized he loved me, and that he wanted me as his life partner. We moved in together, and planned the wedding.
My Mom took wonderful care of little Hazel as Mark and I enjoyed our honeymoon. I was surprised at Mark’s virility, as he fucked, and he really did fuck me wonderfully, several times a day, as we bronzed ourselves on the beach in Aruba.
I’m not sure when it happened. I think we were married about three months when Mark’s memory returned enough to realize we had made drunken love at Alvin and Lorrie’s party right around the time Hazel was conceived.
“Joanie, you know how I always thought either Colin or Doug was the father of our daughter Hazel?”
“Yes, I do. I was impressed you wanted to marry me anyway,” I replied.
“Well, do you think it’s possible that I created Hazel with you that drunken time at Doug’s party? I’m beginning to recover fragments of some memories, and one thing I remember is that I didn’t have a rubber, and you had said you weren’t protected, but we did it anyway,” he said.
“It was a truly memorable fuck. I wanted it so very much,” I replied, making Mark work for it.
Hazel cried, right on cue, our little girl once again displaying her insatiable appetite. As Hazel nursed at my naked breasts, Mark looked at her, at me, and at myself.
“I’m her biological father, aren’t I,” Mark said. It was a declaration, not a question.
Mark’s finally realized, all by himself, that he’s the father of Hazel. Later I showed him all the DNA tests I had done while she was still a fetus. Yes, he is the father. To my surprise, that gave Mark yet another erection, and once Rachel had finished nursing, it also gave me another wonderful fuck, during which I came twice. Throughout the fuck, Mark fondled my gigantic diamond on my left hand. I think Mark was finally realizing we were married, and that it was a good thing.
As Shakespeare would have it, All’s Well That Ends Well.