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Carson

Five years. Five years since I held Eve in the rain, kissed her in front of the entire stadium, and promised her that no matter what, we'd make it through. I still remember that moment like it was yesterday—her eyes locked on mine, the rain falling around us, and the whole world fading into the background. It was just us.

Now, here we are. Married. Living in a penthouse apartment in the city, overlooking the skyline, with an entire life ahead of us. I never thought I'd get here, but every step of the way was worth it. Every challenge, every hard decision—it was all worth it to be where we are now.

I come home from practice most days and am greeted with the same feeling in my chest. A feeling of contentment, of peace. I'm living my dream. I'm in the NFL, playing for one of the top teams in the league. I still can't believe it sometimes, that the kid who had no idea what was going to happen next now has the life I've always wanted.

But it's not just the career or the fame or any of the things I thought would bring me happiness. It's her. It's Eve.

Eve, who's always been my heart, my home.

I step through the door after a long practice, my muscles sore but my mind sharp, and instantly, I hear her voice—soft, sweet, but with a hint of something... different. Something I can't quite place. I toss my keys onto the counter, shrug off my jacket, and start toward our bedroom.

I freeze.

There she is, lying on the bed, her long brown hair spread out like a halo around her, but it's not the usual soft smile on her face. No. Her hands are gripping the sheets as her body shifts in a way that instantly makes my blood run hot. She's Naked, completely fucking naked. I know her body better than I know my own but still every time my wife is naked in front of me I have to slap myself, to remind me that this is real. That my wife is really this fucking beautiful.

My wife, seven months pregnant with our baby, looks like something straight out of a fantasy. Her body has changed, rounded and glowing in ways that make my heart race, and the way she's lying there—well, let's just say she's got a look on her face that I've learned to recognize very well over the years. The look of someone who's not just playing, but needing.

I stand frozen for a moment, staring at her, my heart in my throat, trying to process what I'm seeing. The hormones have had her feeling... horny lately, but this? This is something else entirely. She doesn't see me at first, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly as she lets out a small sigh of frustration. My mind runs wild, but I can't help but grin.

"Eve..." I whisper, my voice hoarse, trying to gauge her reaction. "What are you doing?"

Her eyes snap open, a little too wide for the teasing smirk she wears. She bites her lip, shifting slightly on the bed, and I swear, if I wasn't already in a haze of desire, the sight of her would have pushed me over the edge. She's glowing. She's beautiful.

"I'm waiting for you," she says, her voice low and inviting. "Your long day of practice was so exhausting. I thought you might need a little... relief."

I feel a chuckle building in my chest, but my body is already reacting to her words, to the way she's moving, to the way the room feels like it's getting warmer by the second. I know what she wants, what she needs, and I'm more than happy to give it to her.

But I also know this woman—this woman who has made me feel more alive than I ever thought possible. I love her so much, in ways that I can't explain, and sometimes, I need to remind her of that, especially when she gets this... bold.

I stalked towards her, hovering over her lying on the bed, my fingers tracing the outline of her breasts.

"Tell me what you want, angel."I said, sucking her bottom lip as she ground herself on me.

"You want me to fill up that horny pussy?"

A wave of pleasure rushed to my core as her hand explored my thickness through the basketball shorts I was wearing. "I need you, Carson."

Stripping off all my clothes at lightning speed, I complied to my wife's wishes.

I entered her slowly, she clenched around me as I filled her up. Slowly I thrust in and out of her, careful not to spook the baby, each thrust long and steady. My mouth connected with hers again, and my cock hardened as she moaned sweetly into my mouth.

"I want more....more please." She moaned.

I kissed down her neck, quickening my pace and starting to pound into her gently. Throwing her head back, I felt the pressure build up inside of me willing myself not to come until I get her to. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I pinned them on wither side of her head and continued to thrust inside of her.

"Fuck, baby." I groaned into her ear, as we both spilled at the same time, my arms tightening their hold around her body.

Reluctantly pulling out, I cleaned her up before crawling back into bed, letting Eve lean her weight against me.

I press a kiss to her cheek, my eyes never leaving hers. "You've got one hell of a way of telling me you missed me."

Her smile widens, but her eyes darken with something else—something more playful. "You know I'm never shy about getting what I want, Carson."

I laugh softly, shaking my head as I rest my hands around her belly. I've got to hand it to her—this pregnancy glow of hers is turning into something dangerous.

She watches me as I stroke her, my heart swelling with love for this woman who's been by my side through everything—through every win, every loss, every fight and every kiss. There is no one else. Just her. Just Eve.

"Baby," I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin as I trail them down to her neck. "You're always the one I want. Always."

She sighs softly, her hands sliding up to thread through my hair, tugging me closer. "I know, Carson. And I love you for it."

And right then, in that moment, I realize—everything that I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed, has led me to this. To her. To our baby. To this life we're building together. It doesn't matter how many games I win, how many touchdowns I score, or how high I rise in the world of football. Nothing is more important than the love we share.

Our baby kicks softly inside of her, and I feel the flutter of life, of the future we're about to create. I reach down to place my hand gently over her belly, feeling the baby move beneath my palm. She smiles at me, her eyes soft, filled with everything I've ever dreamed of.

"This is real, Carson," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "We're real."

I lean down and kiss her deeply, my hand still resting over her belly, feeling our child inside of her, knowing that the next chapter of our lives is just beginning.

"I'll never stop loving you," I whisper against her lips, the words a promise.

"I know," she says, and her smile tells me she believes me. "And I'll never stop loving you, either."

And for the first time, I feel a deep sense of peace in my heart, knowing that this is the life I always wanted.