“Is she asleep?”
“Yes.”
Iacopo picks me up and carries me to our bedroom.
“You’re obsessed with sex,” I tease.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he says. And then my clothing is being yanked off.
“There’s still frosting on you.” He licks it off. “Tastes good.”
Then he kisses his way down and blows my mind. I jerk my hips upward and try not to scream and wake up our daughter.
Then I’m being turned on my stomach as he positions himself on top of me. When he pushes inside, I come instantly. He finishes soon after.
“Damn,” he says. “I wanted it to last longer.” He pulls out of me, turns me over, and tucks my head into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He smells so good.
“I have something to tell you,” I say.
His hand strokes the edge of my body, discovering every curve and valley.
“What is it?”
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.
His body tenses.
“Pregnant?”
I don’t know how he’ll react. We h
aven’t ever used protection and we’ve slept together very frequently, so I was worried that I was infertile or something. But I’ve been feeling kind of sick lately, and Camilla said that I should get a pregnancy test, just to check.
“I saw the two lines earlier today.”
Then his mouth is on mine. His tongue is pushing deep inside of my mouth. When he lets me up for air, I say, “You’re happy about it?”
“Happy isn’t enough,” he says. “I’m over the moon.”
He puts his hand on my stomach. “We’re having a baby.”
“Yes, we are.” I put my hand lightly on top of his.
“You’re so perfect,” he says.
“I love you.”
THE END