I wake up suddenly and with a strange knowing. Dawn in already in the sky and its pale light is creeping in through the open windows. I turn my head and look at Lars sleeping next to me. For a few moments, I simply stare at him in wonder. He is so beautiful, it’s like watching a living breathing painting.

Sometimes, I still can’t believe he is mine.

My finger lifts to touch his cheek, but I stop myself. I don’t want to wake him up yet. Gently, I slip out of bed and pad over to the bathroom. From the cabinet, I take out my pregnancy kit. I tear it out of its wrapper and hold it in my stream of pee. I flush the toilet and clean the stick. Then I wash my hands and sit at the edge of the bath. It’s only seconds, but it feels like a long time while I wait for the seconds to tick by. When enough time has passed, I look at the stick.

A bubble of joy rises up from my belly and erupts as a giggle. I lay the stick by the sink and go back into the bedroom. Lars is awake.

“You made the bed cold,” he complains.

I walk over and look down at him.

He lifts the duvet and shows me his erection. “Want to come and sit on me,” he invites, his eyes dark with desire.

“There isn’t enough time,” I say, even though my body has started clamoring for him.

“I’ll be quick if you will,” he says persuasively.

“Oh yeah? That’s what you said the last time and look what happened then.”

“You’re wasting time. Come on, I’m dying for you.”

I climb on the bed and looking into his eyes, slowly impale myself on his strong, thick cock.

“Jesus, that feels good,” he groans softly.

I lift myself along his shaft, and drop down on it, slowly building my momentum until I get into a good rhythm. My heart is full of happiness; and my body is full of Lars and the tiny life quietly growing inside me. When I break apart it is different too. The waves are slow, languorous, and so incredibly intense they make my body shake. I open my eyes, and Lars is looking at me.

“Are you all right?”

He knows me so well. He can even tell when my orgasms are different. With my secret and him still buried deep inside me, I feel almost too blissful to speak.

“What is it, Cass?”

“Daddy,” I whisper.

His eyebrows rise and his eyes flash. “Are you being kinky, or are you trying to say something to me?”

“What do you think?”

“I think…I like the idea of you being that kinky at this time of the morning, but the other idea is making my heart pound like crazy.”

I smile slowly. “It’s the other idea.”

His eyes widen and he starts beaming. “Really?”

I beam back happily. “Really.”

He laughs with joy. “A baby?”

“A baby,” I confirm.

“Take your gown off,” he murmurs.

I grasp the edges of my nightie, lift it over my head, and toss it to the floor. Underneath I’m naked.

His eyes rove my body greedily, hungrily, as if he has not just had me. As if he has not already seen my body a thousand times. His hands move towards my stomach. He cups it gently. “I love you, Cass. I never thought it was possible, but I love you more everyday. It’s got so that I love you so much it actually hurts.”

I grin. “That’s because I’m such a pain in the butt.”

“You said it. Not me.”

A small cry comes from the baby monitor.

“My son has perfect timing,” Lars says.

I get off Lars lovely cock, wipe myself, and go to pick up my gown.

“Don’t,” he whispers. There is something warm and alive in his eyes.

“You want me to go get our son naked?”

He nods. “Why not? Soon you won’t be able to.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes, but I walk naked to the next room.

My boy is already standing up and gazing at me from his cot. He takes his thumb out of his mouth and calls out, “Mommy.”

“Good morning, darling, I greet as lift his small body into my arms. Then I do what I always do, I bury my nose in the crook of his neck and smell him. He still smells of milk.

“Shall we go see, Daddy?”

“Go Daddy,” he replies.

So I carry him to our bedroom.

I sit up and wait.

I want to remember this moment.

One day when I am old and there are grandchildren running around me I want to be able to recall this precious moment. I hear her footsteps in the corridor, and a lump forms in my throat.

Then she appears.

My mind clicks the image. My naked woman and my child. There is nothing more beautiful in the world. That’s my whole world right there. If everything else I have burns down to the ground tomorrow and I still have what’s standing in that doorway, I’m a happy man.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Morning, Cody.”

“Daddy,” he cries, lifting both his hands towards me.

I watch my woman walk to me, the insides of her sweet pussy still coated with my seed, my son wriggling in her arms to get to me, and another child growing in her belly, and I know there is not a man in this world who can tell me he is happier than me.