“Evie, say something.” I took the wine from her hand and replaced it with the flashing test that read pregnant. I gulped the Malbec. I needed it.

“I’m going to take another one.” She threw the test on the floor and disappeared into the bathroom with a different box.

I sat on the bed, drinking wine. If this was what she needed to do, I’d go along with it. But I knew she was going to get the same result every time. My wife was pregnant. My baby was inside her.

It probably wasn’t fair that I was the one who got to drink tonight. A glass of wine would probably help soothe her nerves, but she’d already had her last drink for the next nine months. She hadn’t even realized it. I grinned, gulping the expensive wine. I bought it this morning when she and Frannie had left for the day. I thought it would be a nice way to end the weekend after the hell we had both been through.

I had scared the shit out of her yesterday on her parents’ porch. My lungs seized when I realized how I almost fucked everything up. I exhaled, letting it sink in that I didn’t fuck it up. I didn’t because Evie brought me back from the edge of the cliff. She had enough faith in me. Enough that I believed we could work. I checked my watch. She had been in there ten minutes.

The door opened as I finished off the wine. She stepped into the room.

“So?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I took all of them.”

“Ok. All?”

She nodded. “Two per box, so that was eight total.”

I was not in the mood for math equations. I wanted her to say what I already knew. I wanted to hear those words on her lips. I wanted her to confirm that everything we had worked for was finally happening. We were going to have a baby.

“And?”

“They all said the same thing. All eight tests.”

“Evie.” I stepped toward her. Her shoulders were shaking. I held them steady.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

I pulled her into my arms. I could crush her with kisses. I wanted to hold her while she cried. I didn’t recognize the man I was. The man who had become a husband. The man who was going to be someone’s dad.

She gasped for air. “You were right.” She smiled.

“Don’t forget that,” I teased.

I reached for the zipper on the side of her dress. She stood still while I yanked it to the top of her thigh. The heavy dress fell to a heap on the floor. My gorgeous wife stood in front of me, naked and pregnant.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are to me?”

She shook her head.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed. “There’s a slight change of plans for tonight.”

“Are you scared to have sex with me now?” Her eyes widened. “Don’t be worried. You can’t hurt the baby.” She giggled. “Did you hear that? I said the baby.”

My palms slid over her tits and rested on her flat stomach. My fingers inched between her legs as she parted them for me.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now. It’s so hot knowing my baby is inside you. But we’re going to take things easier from now on.”

She pouted as her hips jerked, rotating and rocking for more fingers. I pushed one inside her to give her a brief second of satisfaction. Her body was driving me crazy. She’d never looked this beautiful. This seductive. This alluring.

“We made a baby, Jer,” she whispered.

“Yes we did.” I grinned. I spread her legs, watching my fingers pump in and out of her. Every time I pulled them out, they glistened with her honey. She was so wet. I lowered my mouth to her clit and flicked it with my tongue before kissing her stomach.

“Ohh,” she whimpered. “Do that again,” she begged. “Please.”

I grinned. She got everything she wanted tonight. Well, almost everything.

I arranged her legs in a butterfly position, exposing her sweet pussy. I dove between her velvet folds, drinking from her while she writhed against my mouth. My licks grew stronger and more intense as her body fought the first signs of her climax. I knew with every lash of my tongue I was luring it to the surface. Her body quivered and exploded as she screamed my name.

“Jer. Oh fuck. I want you. I need you inside me.” Her eyes opened. “Now.”

I grinned. I shirked the boxer briefs off my legs. My cock was ready to be buried inside her orgasming pussy. I groaned as it pushed against the vibrating walls of her heat. She clenched and gripped me harder than she ever had.

My biceps tightened as I hovered over Evie. I wanted to watch her eyes when I fucked her. I wanted to look down and see my cock sink between her soft petals. I thought I knew what intimacy was when we tried to make a baby, but this was fucking intimate. Sex with my wife, knowing my seed inside her had started a life. To know her body was ripe with my child. Fuck, there was nothing like it.

Evie moaned as I angled my cock to fill her entirely. The thickest part of my flesh sank into her as she hissed with pleasure.

I threaded my fingers through hers, our bodies bumping and sliding in and out. The heat built. The friction fused us together. Our breaths connected us. The sweat rolled down the side of my face while Evie begged me to give her another release.

“So fucking hot,” I grunted between thrusts. I pounded into her. I fucked her. I panted and sweated until we were both there.

I grabbed Evie by the waist and flipped her on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder with more dirty lust in her eyes than I could take. Her palms flattened against the sheets as she braced for the impact she’d come to expect from my cock. She wiggled her hips backward, begging for the heat of my shaft. Begging for me to crash inside her swollen pussy like all the times before. All the times I had been desperate to plant my seed inside her. When I wanted to fuck her deep and hard with all the come I could give.

I couldn’t be a possessed man tonight. I had to tame the beast inside me. I had to give her earth-shattering pleasure without the soreness that usually came the next day. My instincts were in conflict with my new responsibility. I had to worship Evie’s body in a new way.

I directed my cock to her pussy, determined to ease into her, but Evie threw her body back with a wild thrust, sinking on my shaft with a roar.

“Oh fuck.” I grabbed her hips.

I reached forward, tugging her tit between my fingers. I twisted until she gripped my dick so hard I lost my breath. I pounded into her.

“Yes.” She panted. “Yes, Jer.”

“I love fucking you this way.” My heart slammed against my ribs as I cupped her curvaceous ass. Certain plans would be postponed, but I was ok with that as long as I had this view. Taking her from behind was nirvana every time. I dug my nails into her waist.

Her head twisted to meet my gaze. With every stoke we were both climbing a staircase that was getting steeper and narrower. The space was tighter and constrictive. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to think. I pumped my cock as she met each thrust with one of her own. Two more steps. One more and we were going to fall together down a winding staircase.

“Fuck, baby. God, I love you.” I grunted shooting a round of heated release inside her. I’d wanted to fuck my wife for days but was forced to wait. Forced to let the tension and desire build. My cock twitched as her walls spasmed and clutched me with powerful grips.

She lowered her head to the pillow. “Oh, God.” She breathed. “That was incredible.”

I carefully slid my cock from her and tucked her body next to me as I took the open pillow. My hands instinctively covered her belly.

I kissed her neck. “Are you ok? Was that too much? It got rougher than I intended.”

“I’m fine. You know our baby is about as big as a grain of sand. Sex isn’t going to hurt it.”

“Grain of sand, huh?”

She nodded, twisting to face me. I could see the joy on her face.

“I don’t think I want to go to sleep,” she admitted.

“We don’t have to.”

“What if we wake up and the tests go blank? What if it’s the opposite of the first one?”

I ran a finger over her nipple. It hardened against my fingertip. “You are pregnant, Evie. I’ll keep saying it. I’ll say it all night.”

She giggled. “Keep saying it.”

“You are pregnant. You’re having my baby.”

Fuck. I was getting hard again thinking about it. It was unbelievable how primitive my instincts were. There was nothing evolved about my thinking when I pictured Evie’s belly growing with my baby. It was such a fucking turn on.

I was proud. I was protective.

She nuzzled against my chest. Her breath was soft and warm on my skin. “I want to keep this between us for a little while. Is that ok?” she asked.

“I think that’s a good idea.” My hand rested on her hip.

“I want it to be our secret for as long as it can. Our little family.”

The words were enough to make me stop breathing. We were a family now. Tied together for the rest of our lives. There was going to be a baby that was half Evie. Half me.

“I think I know when it happened,” she whispered.

I laughed. “You do?”

“I’ve read on so many blogs that women said they knew looking back exactly when they conceived. Like the stars aligned or something. A mother’s intuition kind of thing.”

“And you know when those stars aligned?”

She nodded. Her fingers walked across my chest. “Mmmhmm. I’ll narrow it down for you. It was in Tahiti.”

“Now I have to guess? I don’t have a sixth sense like that. Just tell me.”

“Think about it,” she urged. “When do you think it was?”

“How many guesses do I get? Because we fucked every single day, babe.”

She poked me in the ribs. “Hey. Focus.”

“Ok. Ok.” I closed my eyes. “I know what your answer is going to be.” There was one day that stood out to me. I didn’t have a clue when it came to her body and conception, but there was one day I knew Evie and I had moved to another level.

“Then say it,” she teased.

“That day in the cabana,” I answered.

She giggled. “Winner winner. That was it. I know that was it.”

“Make sure to document it in his baby book: conceived in broad daylight on a Tahitian chaise.”

“I am not putting that in there. And who said it was a boy?” She pouted.

“You want a girl?” The thought terrified me. I knew baseball and locker rooms. I could assemble a mean Lego set or teach my son to throw a fierce punch. But a girl? No way.

She wrapped a leg over mine, drawing us closer together. “I want our baby.” She smiled.

I crashed my lips against hers. I tasted every corner of her mouth. Savored her tongue. Moaned when she purred. We weren’t going to sleep any time soon.

As of tonight, we had everything.