When I pull out of her, she rolls to her side and closes her eyes.
“Baby.”
“Yeah.” She says sleepily.
“You tired?” I say with a smirk as I drop down beside her and spoon her, rubbing her belly.
“Oh yeah, baby. You did good.” She pats the hand on belly and laughs.
“I love you Sweetness.”
“I love you too. So, fucking much.”
This is my life and every time I see her I fall more and more in love with her and my little family. Seventy years from now I will still feel this way. Who knew my obsession with chocolate would lead me to the love of my life?
THE END