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Once the news of our upcoming duo had sunk in, a silence fell between us. It was the kind of silence that followed a revelation of excitement and joy. I caught the sparkle in Tony's eyes, a glimmer that matched my own exhilaration. The ultrasound pictures fluttered from his hand, landing softly on the cabin floor.
Before I knew it, he had closed the distance between us on the couch, his lips meeting mine with an intensity that left me breathless. The heat of his kiss stoked a fire within me that had only been lightly simmering a moment before. It wasn't just the pregnancy hormones, or the solitude of the cabin, or even the lingering adrenaline from my announcement—it was us, Tony and me, with our love for each other coming to the forefront in a moment of euphoria.
His fingers traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer into his embrace. Our bodies fit together seamlessly as always. I could feel his heart beating against mine, the rhythm syncing into an intoxicating dance.
The cabin, the impending delivery, the possibility of a wedding in Spain, all faded into the background. There were only two people in the universe at that moment, two people wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a sea of kisses, laughter and whispered promises of love.
It wasn't just passion and desire. It was love, pure and powerful, promising a future filled with wonder and challenges, laughter and tears, kisses and cuddles, and two more tiny little miracles. And I was ready to dive headfirst into it all, with Tony by my side.
"I'm having Deja vu," Tony murmured against my neck, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin and sending shivers down my spine.
I chuckled, tracing my fingers along his stubbled jawline. "Deja vu?"
"Mmm-hmm," he hummed. "Remember our first time here? In this very cabin?"
I tilted my head back, giving him better access to my neck while my mind traveled back in time. The memory of my first visit to the cabin was etched into my mind, as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. "I remember," I confirmed with a nod. “How could I forget?”
His hands dropped to my waist, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of my shirt. "You wore that cute little number," he mused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What was it again? A pink sweater."
"Red," I corrected with a laugh. "And it wasn't cute. It was practical."
"Practical," he repeated, pulling away slightly to look me in the eyes. His fingers hooked on the hem of my shirt, his thumbs making lazy circles on my skin. "Well, I must say Jude," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "I'm a big fan of practical."
"Oh, are you now?" I asked, pulling him closer again, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.
"I am," he replied, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Especially when practical involves you, me, and this couch."
The heat flared between us again, our playful banter turning into another heated kiss. But this time, it was filled with years of shared memories, mutual respect, and a love that ran deep. And I knew, without a doubt, that there was no place in the world I'd rather be.
With his words still lingering in the air, Tony's hands began to wander, skillfully and confidently tracing the curve of my back, slowly working their way down. His touch was electric, leaving a trail of desire wherever his fingers grazed. I could feel my pulse quickening, my breath hitching in my throat.
His lips left a trail of fiery kisses along my jaw, down my neck, to the exposed skin above the neckline of my shirt. His fingers lifted it just enough to expose my stomach. His touch was tantalizingly slow, as if savoring every inch of the journey. I lifted my arms in silent invitation, and he gently pulled the fabric up and over my head, his eyes never leaving mine.
Likewise, my hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt. Each one popped open with a satisfying snap, revealing a sliver of the chiseled physique I knew so well. I couldn’t help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of his heartbeat underneath my fingertips.
Once his shirt joined mine on the floor, Tony leaned in to kiss me again, a groan escaping him as our bare chests met. The sensation of our skin against skin, the intimacy of the moment, sent shivers down my spine. Our clothes continued to shed, one piece at a time, the air between us thickening with anticipation and desire.
Yet even amidst the fervor, there was a tenderness to our movements, a mutual understanding that this was more than just a physical act. Every touch, every lingering glance, was a silent expression of the deep affection we held for each other. But most of all, it was a reminder of our unbroken bond, one that had withstood the test of time and challenges, one that would continue to flourish in the days, months, and years to come.
It wasn’t long before he was inside of me, his manhood fitting in that perfect way it always did, as if his body were made for mine. He moved deeply within, our chests rising and falling, our fingers weaving together. Tony gazed down at me with that intoxicating, heated stare he always did during our lovemaking, as if there were nothing on his mind but my pleasure, and my pleasure alone.
He effortlessly brought me to orgasm once, then twice. The third time he came with me, his muscles tensing as he let out a deep groan, his seed draining deep. I wrapped my arms around his powerful body as we came together, our delight blending us into one being of pure love and desire.
We lay together afterward, in the tranquil glow of our cabin, our bodies entwined in a comfortable silence. The log walls hummed softly with the echo of our shared laughter and whispers, imbuing the space with an undeniable sense of passion and intimacy. Tony's arm draped protectively around me, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against my back. His fingertips lazily traced patterns on my bare skin, each touch sending pleasant tingles through me.
"Life has really dealt us a good hand, hasn't it?" he said, his voice hushed, humbled. "Look at us—a beautiful son, another two on the way. We're going to have our hands full."
I turned my head to look at him, propping my chin on his chest. His eyes twinkled with anticipation, excitement and love. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I replied, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips.
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Neither would I. And it's just going to get better, babe. We have so much to look forward to."
I snuggled back into him, letting my fingers draw lazy circles on his arm. I couldn't help but agree. We had weathered the storm, faced our share of challenges, and emerged stronger on the other side. And now, life was gifting us with another chance at happiness. Two more, actually.
"Spain wedding?" I asked, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Only if you want it, my queen," he replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I smiled. Tony and I were about to embark on a new chapter in our lives, but if it was anything like our past, I knew it would be a journey filled with love, laughter, and plenty of surprises.
Closing my eyes, I allowed the peaceful sounds of the cabin—the crackling fire, the soft rustling of the wind outside—to lull me into a state of blissful contentment. As I drifted off, Tony's gentle touch anchoring me to reality, I found myself looking forward to our future with more excitement than I'd ever felt.
Our story had been nothing short of a whirlwind, filled with ups and downs, trials and triumphs. But if there was one thing I was certain of, it was that our future held nothing but promise. Because no matter what came our way, I knew that we'd face it together, side by side. Just as we always had.
As I closed my eyes, letting the hum of our cabin and the rhythm of Tony's heart lull me to sleep, I couldn't help but smile. This was our story. Our love. Our life. And I couldn't wait for what came next.
The End
