Considering we went to bed at roughly midnight, she’s not wrong. Yet somehow, I am invigorated. It’s as if my burden has eased a little, and I shift to gaze into her beautiful face and say sincerely, “Thank you.”
Her eyes flicker open, and I’m dazzled by their brilliance. With a soft hand, she cups my jaw and leans forward, kissing me softly.
“You’re welcome, and just for the record, nothing you can say will scare me half as much as when you ran away from me.”
I slap my hand over hers and stare deep into her eyes, loving the emotion in them, the passion and dare I say it, affection.
“Thank you for chasing me.”
“I aways will.”
I lean forward, her lips soft and inviting, plump, swollen from sleep and particularly edible today.
She is not afraid of me.
I confessed my sins, and she’s still here. Willingly. It means a lot.
My cock is ready and my resolve is strong as my fingers flutter over her belly, wondering if hope grows inside.
“Why did you refuse oysters last night?”
My question comes from nowhere, slightly odd considering the moment.
“I hate them.” Is her simple answer and she shivers.
“Morgan forced me to eat a plate of them one day as a punishment. She told me they were fish sperm and I would get pregnant if I ate enough of them. She forced them down my throat one at a time, telling me my father would be furious when I gave birth to a fish.”
Despite myself, I laugh out loud, loving the lightening atmosphere, marveling that after one of the heaviest nights of my life I can laugh about something.
She giggles. “Mad, but true. I must have been thirteen at the time, and rather gullible, I might add. Obviously, I know that’s not the case now, but well?—”
She pauses, and I raise my eyes. “Well, what?”
She blushes adorably. “What if I’m already pregnant? There is a small chance, and I heard seafood isn’t good for the baby.”
An overpowering emotion grips me hard; her words more powerful than she will ever know.
Her smile is happy, her expression dreamy, and suddenly it’s the most important thing in life to be inside her right now.
Knowing she could already be pregnant turns me on. A family could be in the making - our family, and what a mother she will be.
I spin her onto her back, pressing against her soft pussy, whispering, “I want to make babies with you, angel. I want this marriage to be a proper one.”
Her smile is brilliant as she pulls me close. “Then get on with it already.”
I don’t require a second invitation, and as I slide inside her, it feels a lot like home. It’s slow, deliberate and sexy as fuck as we share a connection I never really expected. The entiretime I stare deep into her eyes, watching every emotion, every movement, and every inch of pleasure this brings her.
“Joseph.”
She whispers my name, and her hand cups my face, her thumb running over the dark stubble. Her lips parted as I graze inside her.
“What angel?”
“I want this.”
“Then it’s a good job I’m already giving it to you.”
She smiles happily. “I want this life, with you. I won’t walk away.”
