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She washed up in the bathroom. I listened to the water run, watching the half-open door across from me. Her silhouette kept moving in the crack. It cast shadow, then white light, then darkness again. Finally she swung the door open. She was framed by the hard lines, her curves exaggerated.

I sat up, stiffening everywhere. My cock twitched to life again. “You're impossibly gorgeous,” I whispered.

Nell's blush went up her throat and didn't slow down. Wrapping her arms over her belly, she turned, casting a sly look at me as she faced away. “Undo my dress, husband?”

My cock jumped again. “With pleasure.” Standing up, my hard, veined shaft bounced against my thigh. Her attention darted there, then back to my face. “I can't help it. You drive me wild,” I explained with a throaty laugh.

“I don't mind. I'm just appreciating the view.”

“Same,” I said, the huskiness not gone. Running my hand down the nape of her neck, I watched her goosebumps come alive. With ease I flipped the ribbons holding her corset top, unwinding them until she breathed out in relief.

Gingerly, she touched under her arms. I saw the side of one tit and groaned. “That dress was amazing, but it crushed me. My breasts are so damn huge these days.”

“Such a shame,” I said. Letting my palms slide down her naked shoulders, I pressed firmly on her shoulder blades, then beneath, rubbing under her heavy breasts. “Come back to bed. I want to massage my wife.”

“Those words aremagic,”she chuckled. Facing me, she wriggled the voluminous skirts down her hips. Nell was poised before me in all of her new wife, and soon to be new mother, glory.

Before I could control myself, I put my hands on her stomach and inhaled loudly. “Bed. Now.”

She moved as quick as she could, stretching out on her side—one of the few positions left that she felt comfortable in. I glided in beside her. My hard dick prodded her ass, but I ignored my desire and instead started to work my thumbs into her tender muscles.

Nell's eyelashes fluttered. “That's so good, Bishop. Thank you.”

Reaching down, I massaged her calves. She mewled like a cat. “Was the wedding hard on you?”

“On my body, yeah. But then everything feels like a challenge lately.”

“That makes sense.” I kissed her shoulder and left my cheek there. “One month until you're due.”One month until I'm a father.

She went quiet. I thought she was relaxing into the comfort of my touch, but when I lifted my head, I saw how she was staring at the far wall. Her plump lips were making an awful frown.

I cupped her chin, and she turned, looking up at me. “What's going on in your head right now?” I asked softly.

Blinking furiously, she rubbed at her eyes. Were thosetears?“Sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Shh.” Pain shot through my chest. I was flooding with a need to protect Nell and keep her safe. Her sadness was my sadness, and that would always be true. Cradling her to my chest, I shifted her body so she was lying on me with her head under my chin. “Don't ever be sorry for how you feel. Just talk to me.”

For a while she sniffled. Her tears moved between hiccups, to nervous laughter, then back again. “I'm all over the place. I can't hold myself together, and it's your fault.”

I held my breath. “What?”

The shard of despair vanished when she looked up and I noticed she was smiling. Even with wetness on her cheeks and her eyes all red, she looked happy. “Yeah. If you weren't so sweet, and kind... if you didn't love me so much... and if I was capable of doubting that you might actually be a good dad—” she cut herself off and shrugged. “If you were none of those things, I could feel nervous like a normal person. Instead, I'm so overwhelmed by feeling happy that I don't know what to do with it all.”

Words fled me. What good would speaking do, anyway? What she was explaining was a feeling that went so low, so raw, and reflected my own so acutely that there was nothing I could say in response.

So I kissed her.

I kept kissing her until my lungs gave out and my body itched for oxygen so much I could die. And I still kept kissing her for a little longer past that.

Gasping, I broke away. She gazed at me with her cheeks flushed—her lips mildly swollen. “Nell, I love you.” It was such an obvious thing to say, but she waited, not caring that I lacked creativity. “And if it's my fault you're so happy... I'll take that burden.” Grinning, I wiped away the last smudge of her tears. “Thank you for saying I'll be a good father. I'll do my best.”

“I know.” She stroked her belly, then she took my hand and pressed it there. “Feel.”

Under my palm there was a kick. It was small—easy to miss. It sent my heart sprawling. “She's strong like her mom,” I whispered. “Hopefully she'll be a good older sister someday, too.”

Nell's eyebrows furrowed hard. “Are you planning our family photo in your head right now?”

“Our photos. Our vacations. Our everything.” I squeezed her and didn't ease up. My teeth nipped her ear, making her whimper. I was addicted to the noises she made. “I told you before, I want children. As in multiple.” Her thighs scissored; I was turning her on, and knowing that engorged my cock. “Somehow, I don't think convincing you to let me pump my seed into your greedy cunt will be hard.”

“Bishop!” she gasped.

“I'm going to have everything I ever wanted in life,” I whispered, my lips perching on her temple. Lazily I trailed my fingertips down her chest to brush her sensitive nipples. “How many people can say that?”

Nell's hand squeezed mine tight. “Two that I know for sure. You... and me.”

Clutching her, trying to touch and hold every inch of her, I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes.It's true,I thought, palming her belly obsessively.There are two people in this world who have it all.

And soon there would be three.

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