“Oh,” I say before it sinks in. “Oh.” We have barely begun the hormone shots this time around. We hadn’t gotten to the insemination yet. “This is amazing news, baby. Amazing.”
“Nothing short of a miracle,” she says grinning.
“When are you due?”
“The week before Christmas,” she says excitedly. She loves Christmas.
“Come here,” I say, and she crawls over to me. Her lips find mine and before I know it, my sweats are down, and I am buried deep inside her cunt.
“I love you, Hagen,” she breathes as I pound into her.
“I love you too, Missy.” My grunt echoes in the living room.
Missy gets me and that’s not something I ever thought I’d find. My anxiety has calmed down a lot since Magnus was born and I thank God for that every day. Going to Vegas was not something I wanted to do, but fuck am I glad I went. I’ve loved this woman from the moment I laid on her in that seedy bar and nothing and no one is ever going to change that. When we Jorgensen’s love, we love to our dying fucking breaths and that isn’t likely to change.