I look into her hazel eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, letting go of her hands. “I’m honored to have you as my wife, as the mother of my child.”
“Oh, Viktor,” Natalya whispers, a tear sliding down the corner of her left eye.
I kiss the tear away, but another falls immediately. She wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her fingers into my hair and holding me close to her.
“I love you,” she murmurs against my ear. “I love you so much.”
I rock my hips back and forth slowly, almost soothingly, stretching her to the limit. She caresses my face, smiling brightly through her tears.
“You’re so beautiful too,” she says, pressing in to kiss the tip of my nose.
She’s never stopped saying that even though it’s been two years. I’ve come to believe her, to find myself deserving of that word—Beautiful.
I brace myself on my arms and look down at her. So help me God, I want to be locked in this moment, forever.
“Viktor,” she whispers breathlessly, and I know she’s close to the edge.
Something snaps within me, and I lose control. I begin to thrust fast and hard, like a man pursued by demons. But Natalya isn’t frightened—she’s used to this intensity.
She grabs on to my sweat-slick biceps, pulling herself deeper onto my cock, matching my urgency.
“Yes,lepestok,” I growl. “Yes.”
She clenches hard around me, her body surrendering to the waves of orgasm. But I keep going, drawing out my orgasm until I can’t anymore.
Much later, after our breathing has returned to normal, Natalya lies snuggly across my chest, tracing circles on my ribs with her fingertip.
“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” she asks quietly after a while, finally breaking the heavy silence that followed our stormy lovemaking.
I reach over and pick up the ultrasound picture from the nightstand, holding it where we can both see it.
My heart swells with something I can’t describe—something sweet and serene.
“I don’t care,” I say honestly, kissing the top of her head. “Whoever they are, they’ll be perfect.”
She smiles softly, her eyes drifting over the image.
“Just like their mother,” I add quietly.
She blushes and hides her face against my chest, and I wrap her tighter in my arms, burying my head in the crook of her neck.
This right here—this is what dreams are made of.
~The End
