The taste of her salty skin permeates my mouth deliciously, until we pull apart.
She takes a wet handkerchief and wipes her crotch before pulling up her pants again. I watch her all the while, excited by the scene before me.
"I hope you don't mind that I just came inside you," I joke.
"I don't think there's a problem with that." She looks at me through the mirror. "Just know that if anything comes out of this, you'll have to marry me off."
Laughing, I look at the diamond ring resting on her finger.
"Well, I guess we can do something about that."
She walks over to me, pushes me onto the couch. and climbs onto my lap, kissing me slowly.
I delight in the taste of her mouth again as I run my hands up and down her smooth, perky ass.
"Maybe you should go think about that."
"About what?"
"About what you'll do if I get pregnant again."
I look at her blankly, and one of my eyebrows rises.
"Why do you say that?" I ask her.
"Because I might be."
My eyes widen like saucers. "Andrea, you mean..."
She bites her bottom lip. "Yes. Damien. I think so," she confesses.
My hands cling to her waist.
"How long have you suspected?"
"Since a week ago."
Her blush becomes even more evident.
Laughing, I lift her up and begin to kiss her. I start to twirl around the room with her in my arms.
Andrea bursts out laughing, and soon starts to reciprocate my excitement. The world brightens around us with a new perspective.
Because maybe, much sooner than we think, we’ll be joined by a new member of our family.