“Please,” she begged, reaching for me. “It feels like it’s been forever.”
We don’t have to use any protection, I realized, and the thought made my dick even harder. It had to be some kind of ridiculous Cro-Magnon instinct that had survived the evolution of man, the possessive pride I felt as I pushed inside her, knowing that I’d gotten her pregnant. I felt all-powerful as I began to move, rocking my body into hers, reminding her who she belonged to.
Mine, mine, mine, I thought with every thrust of my hips, every stroke of my cock, every strangled grunt that tore from my throat. Her body, her heart, her soul, her life—all of it was forever and inextricably intertwined with mine. And when she whispered my name and told me not to stop and begged me to come with her, my body obeyed, because she owned me just as fully as I owned her.
“I love you,” I said, over and over as I throbbed inside her.
She clung to me, her body pulsing in tandem with mine, her heart beating hard against my chest.
“Hannah,” I said, looking down at her. I hadn’t even caught my breath, and my heart was racing madly. “Marry me. Be my wife.”
She put her hands on either side of my face. “Yes,” she said, tears dripping from her eyes. “Yes.”
I brushed her hair back from her face. “No more tears, okay? From this moment on, we’re going to be happy.”
She nodded and smiled. “Love wins.”
I smiled too. “Love wins.”
Later we took Abby out for dinner, and I couldn’t get enough of her smile as she ate her cheeseburger and fries and told Hannah about my visit at her school.
“Hey Abby,” I said as she dug into her ice cream sundae. “Did you know it’s my birthday tomorrow?”
“It is?” Her eyes were wide as she licked chocolate sauce from her spoon. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-seven.”
“Oh my gosh,” she said. “You’re even older than Mommy.”
“I am.” I grinned at her. “Know what I want for my birthday?”
“What?”
“I want to go shopping with you.”
“You do?”
“Yes. While Mommy is at work tomorrow, will you hang out with me?”
She looked at her mom for confirmation, and Hannah nodded, but she looked a little concerned. “It’s okay with me, but the sitter is coming. I have to leave for work pretty early.”
“Cancel the sitter,” I told her. “I’ll come early and take her out for breakfast.”
“Yay!” Abby smiled, her mouth decorated with chocolate sauce.
When Hannah excused herself to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, I motioned Abby closer. “Guess what I want to buy for your mommy?” I whispered loudly.
“What?” she whispered back.
“A ring. Do you think you can help me pick one out?”
Her eyes danced with excitement. “Yes!”
“Okay but it’s our secret for now. Don’t tell her until we give it to her.”
“But when will that be?”
“Soon,” I told her. “Maybe even tomorrow night.” I spied Hannah coming back to the table, and put a finger to my lips. “Shh.”