“Then why do you look like you’re ready to bite my penis off.”
“Because you weren’t planning to tell me you fucked up.”
“I didn’t remember until it was too late and the doc said since I’d been taking it so long that it wouldn’t be a big deal and I probably wouldn’t knock you up.”
“Well, your guys are fucking Olympic gold medal swimmers.”
“It’s from all those naked swims in our pond in Reese,” I replied with a nod. We often took dips, then made love on the bank. Of course, we went a week before my parents so we were all alone. Our last trip was around the time I missed the appointment and must have been when we made this baby.
“I love you, Bryce. Kiss me.”
“Every moment I can,” I answered, pressing my lips against hers.
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A little more than seven months later, we got our girl, little Annabeth. My lovely wife wanted to schedule the next trip to our pond as soon as she was healed. I couldn’t wait either.
The End