I know what this means. I don’t ask about his possible child, because I know that he wouldn’t be on one knee if he couldn’t offer himself to me. I was prepared to fight him if he tried to pull away, but it’s unnecessary.
There are happy tears in my eyes when I say, “Yes.”
Then he’s shooting to his feet, the engagement ring in his hand. He slides it onto my finger. I admire the shininess, even though my vision is blurry.
I’m in his arms now, my legs wrapped around him as he kisses my mouth hard.
Then he’s carrying me into my room. We land on my soft bed. He doesn’t even bother to remove my dress, just lifts it to find that I’m bare underneath. His fingers slide into me to get me ready. I stretch around two of his fingers before his head is going between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue, my body arches off of the bed.
He’s spinning me now, a hand on the back of my head as I hear him undoing his pants. His erection slides into me easily. I’m breathing hard, and my world moves as he rocks in and out of my body.
Then he’s releasing inside of me, filling me up with his love. When it’s done, he pulls out of me and flips me over.
“I’m so happy,” I tell him, playing with his hair and putting my mouth close to his.
“I’m happier,” he says, before he kisses me.
Anniversary
Lincoln
A YEAR LATER
“Do you think Jacky will be okay? He’s only three months old.”
“He’ll be fine. His grandfather adores him.”
I drive us back to my home, our home. Naming our kid after Jack went a long way towards healing the divide between us. He adored his namesake, which was why he was more than happy to babysit for our anniversary.
I park the car in the garage, hit the button to close it, and then I’m opening the door for my wife.
“Now that we’re not getting up in the middle of the night to put our little monster back to sleep, I get you all to myself for one night.”
I help her out, and then I push her over the hood of the car.
“The hood is really warm.”
“Shh, baby.” I position her hands so that she’s leaning over the hood. It takes me two seconds to rip her underwear apart. We haven’t had a chance to have much spontaneous sex ever since the baby came. I’ve been thinking about anniversary sex for a few weeks now.
I’m easing my way into her wet, tight channel right now. Even after the baby, she still can barely take me. She likes being bent over a car hood.
“This time will be quick, baby, but I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Fuck me,” she demands, and that’s a request I’m happy to fulfill.
I’ve flipped the bottom of her dress so that her bare ass is visible with the remains of her underwear. I admire the sight of my dick sinking into her.
It becomes too much after a while. I come in her like a teenage boy who can’t control himself, pulsing again and again as I fill her up. I pull her dress back down, then I swing her into my arms.
“The come is going to ruin this dress, Link.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. I’ll replace it.”
Then I’m racing up the stairs so that I can put her in our Jacuzzi.
It’s a smart-home appliance, so I told it to have warm water ready when we got home. I put rose-scented bath salt into the Jacuzzi, and then I ease in next to her.
“Come here, baby.”