"Tell me," I say, dragging her to the bed, drawing myself on top of her. My elbows rest on either side of her, my eyes fixed on hers.
"I'm pregnant," she says, a dreamy look on her face that can only be described as pure bliss.
"Oh, Clementine," I say, kissing her softly. We've been hoping for this for months. I see the relief in her eyes, the joy. The absolute happiness. "And you're right, it will change everything. Change everything for the better."
"Do you hope it's a boy?"
I shake my head. "No, I hope it's healthy."
"I love you, Mike."
"I love you more."
I move inside of my wife, and she gasps as I fill her pussy with my cock. A smile spreads across our faces as we make love. Our bodies in sync, our hearts aligned.
"Women get really horny when they're knocked up -- lucky me, right?" I move against her warm pussy, loving the fact she is carrying my child, so turned on by the fact this woman is mine. Then I add, "You know, you're gonna be so fucking cute pregnant."
She laughs. "And you're gonna be so damn dirty for the rest of our lives."