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It doesn’t take long.
He flings the test over his head into the hall and reaches for me. Hauling me up, he plops me down into the center of our vanity. His hands clasp either side of my face before he plunders my mouth with his tongue. He murmurs, “Undo my pants, baby.”
Suddenly, needing my man’s cock inside me sounds like the perfect way to celebrate our impending parenthood. Breathlessly as I work at the tab and button, I remind him why he’s dressed in a suit, “You have that meeting in the city.”
He groans before reaching into his suit pocket. Pressing a button, he tucks the phone against his chin. He doesn’t waste a second before he rips open my shirt and quickly unhooks the front closure to my bra. I let out a moan when his hands wander to my sensitive breasts. “Yeah, Sam. You’re on your own. Why? Fal just found out she’s pregnant.”
He grins down at me lecherously before he rubs the head of his cock through the juices of my soaked pussy, knowing he’s on the phone and I’m spread before him like a damn sexual buffet. I hear Sam’s voice through the phone before Ethan says, “Damn right, I’m not going anywhere,” and then ends the call.
Much like my pregnancy test, his phone lands somewhere in the hall. Then Ethan thrusts inside me in one slow, smooth glide. My arms and legs wrap around him. Breathlessly, I manage to ask before I’m incapable of thinking, “I take it you’re happy?”
He cants his hips forward and I feel his cock grow inside of me. “Happy? Witch, I’m not certain I’ll ever be this overjoyed again.”
A little over six months later, Ethan realized he was wrong. That was when our identical twin daughters—Helen and Melissa—were placed into his arms for the first time. Tears of joy flowed freely down his cheeks then and again later that same day when they were placed in their only grandparent’s arms—Tyson’s.
As we’ve learned through the pursuit of our lives together, not every moment is filled with happiness. Sometimes we stumble, but always, we’re stumbling while holding onto each other.
And that’s what’s perfect.