Executive Engagement

ion, I see Sarah avidly chatting with Bea over some champagne.

Would you believe they have the same self-defense instructor?

The two have hit it off.

Sarah threw a fucking fit when we said we were taking a four-week honeymoon to the south of France.

In a way, I don’t blame her. I’m going to work a few hours a day by remote communication, and so is Will.

It’s like having both of us at the helm at once. As soon as we told Sarah about the wedding and the baby, she broke down and cried. I’m hoping this will be a new start for her as well.

This event and my pregnancy has brought our families together.

Will looks into my eyes with a super-cheeky grin.

That eat-shit-I-just-threw-in-your-face look has been gone for some time now. He doesn’t have to defend himself anymore, or protect himself by using sarcasm.

He came through, he learned how to be vulnerable, and not be afraid.

I guess I have learned the same thing.

Right now, I just want to immerse myself in Will.

His arms wrap around my waist, as I put my hands on his shoulders and pull myself against him. The music starts to swell, and he starts slowly twirling me around the floor—he’s been so gentle with me lately.

I think if I want a really hard fuck, I’m going to have to tease him mercilessly to amplify the action. I’ve never made love the way we do now—with power, and force, but slowly savoring each moment of our skin touching.

I never had a lover who could look me in the eye before.

Mid-dance, I reach up and slide my finger along his ear, making him laugh.

We make a few more graceful circles, and people start to clap and join the floor.

I lean against my husband, looking up into his face as I relax into the hardness of his chest. He puts his arms around my waist and lightly rubs my belly again.

“Do you need to sit down?”

Will’s face is so concerned, eyes anxiously looking at me up and down..

“I’m not going to break, babe,” I tell him gently. “Women have been having babies for thousands of years.”

He laughs. “I know that, but you’re my wife…this is my baby. I have the right to worry,” he explains.

“Uh-huh,” I answer. “And did you read the material I left on the bedside table for you?” Will grins.

“About how sex in pregnancy is totally fine and healthy and even swallowing cum is just fine? Yeah, I gave it a look.”

I lean in and steal a kiss, pressing my body against his. I whisper against his ear, gently teasing him with my breath and tongue.

“Do more than look, lover. Think we can sneak away for a while?”

He pulls me closer, presses his mouth against mine, and kisses me deeply.

When I had my new job, apartment, and an office full of roses, I thought I was lucky.

The feeling I have now, holding Will, carrying his baby, is a kind of joy that transcends the triumphs of the world.

It’s my soul recognizing true love.