Waking up next to Cara is such a surreal feeling. I’ve dreamt of this so many times and since she is home, it still doesn’t feel real. This morning I feel like a ball of nerves. I’m hoping to have all of that eased at her appointment today.

I know I’ve been overbearing but my mind keeps drifting back to my past with Abigail, and I’m terrified that something is going to happen to Cara and the baby. She has been so tired and that scares me. While I lie here and watch her sleep peacefully, I don’t want to wake her, but I have to. She’s a picture of perfection. Her lips are slightly parted, with her hair spread across her pillow. Her cheeks are red and I worry she has a fever. I lean down and kiss her cheek to check, but it’s cool to my lips. A smile spans her face and she stretches. Nudging my head into her neck, I continue to bathe her with kisses to wake her.

She laughs a little and pushes me away. I look at her as she blinks a few times, trying to completely wake up. “That tickles,” she grumbles.

I crease my eyebrows and run my hand over her neck to sooth the skin I just ravished with my mouth. “Better?” I ask.

She nods her head and I lay my head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat and breathing. “What time is it?” she asks.

“It’s almost noon. I didn’t want to wake you, but I don’t want you to rush getting ready for your appointment.”

“Thank you. I can’t wait to see the baby today.”

I take a deep breath thinking about what the day will hold. I know everything will be okay. It has to be. God wouldn’t have given them back to me in turn to take them away. The appointment will go as planned and she will get the green light on her health and the baby’s.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you get ready and I’ll make you some breakfast?”

“Thanks, babe, that would be great.”

I kiss her lips and then her belly before I hop off the bed and head out of the room. Just give her some space. I tell myself that, but it’s not as easy. I force myself into the kitchen and pour another cup of coffee. Once I take a sip, I look in the cabinets and then fridge.

I decide on a bagel and some orange juice. Just when I push the toaster down, I notice a note on the counter from Amber. I got Mom out of the house so you guys could enjoy your appointment in peace. Love ya.

Geez, that girl has had my back. I really need to find a way to thank her. As I finish up Cara’s breakfast, she comes out with her hair in a towel, dressed in a short summer dress.

She sits on the bar stool to eat and I can’t help but watch her, even though I know it drives her crazy. “I’m going to change while you eat, then we can hit the road. Okay?”

She nods her head yes with a mouth full of bagel and I can’t help myself from wiping the cream cheese off of the corner of her lips. She watches as I lick it off of my thumb and then walk away. Just touching her mouth like that gets my dick hard. I don’t know how much longer I can last without being inside her.

On the drive across town for her follow up appointment, both of us are extremely quiet. I know for me it’s because I’m nervous. I hope she’s not experiencing the same fears and anxiety as I am. All either of us can do at this point is pray. As we park and head in, I wrap my arm around her waist pulling her close against me. Deep down, I know everything will be okay, it has to be…

* * *

Brushing my teeth, I watch Cara in the reflection of the mirror. She is glowing and finally looks back to her old self. After her appointment the other day, I finally feel a bit calmer although it has been unusual to adjust to no longer worrying. For me it’s like I can’t process that she and the baby are both actually okay. I find myself still hovering and still being overbearing when I know deep down I shouldn’t.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

She glares up at me from her iPad, “You know that’s the twelve-hundredth time you’ve asked me today.”

I rub the back of my neck thinking about her statement. “I don’t know if I would say twelve hundred. Maybe a thousand, give or take a hundred.”

She laughs at me and sets her iPad on the nightstand. “Are you going to get in bed with me?” she asks.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I look down at my erection straining against my sweatpants.

“Oh,” she says. “Well, it seems like we need to handle that.”

“No, really, it’s fine. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She points her finger at me and asks that I come to her. I oblige and sit next to her, trying to keep as much distance at I can. “You’re not going to hurt me. Remember what the doctor said? It’s completely safe for us to have sex. He said he saw no reason to wait and that was a few days ago. So, you either fuck me or I demand that you let me suck you off.”

“Cara, I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I need to gently claim your pussy, and tell you that I love you while I’m doing it. I’ll never fuck you again. Even if we get rough, I’ll always be making love to you from this day forward.”

“Then please make love to me, Abel.”

There’s no possible way I could ever say no to her. I remove the covers, exposing her body; again she in my sweats and one of my t-shirts. My cock begins to throb in anticipation. I cannot wait to devour her. Cautiously, I grab her hips and pull her down to the middle of the bed, placing her right where I want her to be. Tucking my hands under the waistband, I remove her pants; immediately she intoxicates me. Her pussy is so wet I can smell it, and I press my lips against the inside of each of her thighs with relish, leaving small kisses.

Kissing my way up her stomach, I spend an extra moment there and whisper to the baby. I take more time than usual with my hands, exploring her perfect body, and for a moment I imagine what she will look like nine months pregnant. Radiant and happy, carrying our unborn child. Gingerly she sits up and I lift the shirt above her head.

She lies back down and all I can do is just stare. She is perfect -- the blondest hair, greenest eyes, and most flawless skin. Her breasts are still perky even when she is on her back. I take a handful of each and straddle her, swirling my tongue over each sensitive bud, just how she likes. I grasp each one in between my lips and tug. This causes her body to bow off of the bed and a moan escapes those luscious pink lips.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and claim her mouth. When I do so, her jaw is lax and she lets me control her. I slide my tongue inside and tease hers. My body is surging with eagerness. I cannot wait to enter her tight pussy and love her body with mine. It’s been so long. She grabs my dick, taking me by surprise, and I groan loudly as we kiss.

Twisting her hand up and down, she works me till I’m about to burst. I have to pull away and rest my forehead against hers. She knows damn well what she’s doing to me, as she lies there naked with a smile on her face. I take my hand and separate her wet, swollen pussy lips and get to work, rubbing her clit in a circular motion and then dipping a finger inside of her. Fuck, she’s wet for me. I have to remind myself to keep things slow as I pull my finger in and out of her, touching her clit with my thumb every chance I get. Her body squirms beneath me and she quietly whimpers. “Do you want to come, baby?” I ask.

She nods her head.

“Tell me how much you love me then.”

She whips her head back and forth as I continue to torture her, trying to compose herself enough to speak. “I love you more than anything. I love you more than --” She stops speaking and lets go. Her eyes are shut tightly and I watch her body shudder under my control, making sure I keep a steady rhythm, pulling out every last drop of her orgasm.

I look down at my finger still inside of her tender core. As she looks at me, all I see is love. She is so sexy after she comes. I pull my finger out of her and bring it to my mouth, pampering myself with her sweet taste. Pulling my finger out of my mouth, she stares at me and says, “You’re so dirty.”

I brace my weight above her, hovering inches from her face. “I’m not dirty. I love your pussy and I’ve been deprived of her. I can’t help myself.”

She pulls me down to kiss her. I plunge my tongue into her mouth; I’m so turned on I can barely control myself. She moves her hands and guides my pants down my ass. I kick them off and rub my cock against her clit.

Running her hands up and down my back, she kisses me like the first night we had sex. Stroking myself against her, I can tell she wants me. But before I enter her, there’s something I need to do. Something I’ve been waiting to do.

I pull away and she looks at me confused. I take a deep breath and open my dresser drawer. Inside tucked under my clothes is her pebble, the perfect pebble for my perfect mate. I place it in my hand and lie back down on top of her.

“Before we make love. I have something for you.” Feeling nervous, I swallow hard and kiss her behind her ear. “I bought this for you while you were in the hospital, and I wanted to give it to you at the perfect time.” I place the small, glossy pebble on her chest. “That time is now. Before I enter your body, I want you to know that this will be forever for me. I’m giving you this as a sign of my eternal commitment to you and only you. Cara, I know I told you I love you, but those are just words. I want you to know what I truly feel for you. You’re my soul mate, my one true love, and the mother of my child. I promise to love you unconditionally for the rest of our lives. The future is uncertain -- we both learned that a few weeks ago. I don’t want another day to pass us by where we don’t live it to the fullest. I promise I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman alive.”

As tears run over the sides of her eyes, she brings the pebble to her lips and kisses it. “I don’t know what to say to that, except I want all of that and more. I didn’t know I could love someone as much as I love you. You’re right -- the future is uncertain, so all we can do is enjoy every day together. Soon enough it won’t just be the two of us, there will be three, and I’ve never been more excited about anything in all my life.”

Holding her face in the palms of my hands, I slide myself inside of her. Taking my time, as I watch her eyes and how they contract to me entering her body. It has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She wraps her arms and legs around my body and I feel the pebble in her hand, as she presses it against my back.

Slowly I begin to move, pushing myself in and out, the walls of her pussy tighten as she clings to me. Small, sweet cries of pleasure escape her beautiful mouth as I work, and they push me close to coming as well -- her noises, coupled with the fact I haven’t in weeks.

My movements are strong, yet gentle. Our legs become entangled as I hang on by a thread. Every thrust I swear will be the last before I explode, but it’s not. I continue to move, until she comes again and whispers those words. The ones I was once so afraid of. Now I can’t get enough of them. My balls constrict and I explode inside of her body. God, I love this woman. It takes everything I have to keep my composure and not scream like an animal. The havoc she wreaks on my body is ultimately my greatest pleasure.

Lying down on top of her, I wrap her tightly in my hold. My lips touch hers and I can’t stop myself from kissing her over and over. I’m not using my tongue, just my lips and it’s remarkable how good something so small feels. Once I pull out of her, I stretch my body along hers and tuck one arm underneath the pillow and the other across her belly. Holding her close, we both lie there in silence, neither of us moving, just the sound of our breathing, while our minds unravel. This is truly the happiest I’ve ever been.