A thought makes Tristan frown. He turns to me with suspicion and asks, "Do I need to fuck you differently now that you're pregnant? Do I need to be gentle now?"
The idea of Tristan doing anything other than fucking me into whatever surface he has me on is laughable. I actually giggle at the thought, which makes him even more suspicious.
I smile at the loving, protective man in front of me. "No, you do not need to be gentler. The only thing that's going to change in our lives is my lack of coffee and the possibility of constant tears."
He stares at me with wide eyes, as if he's hearing the news all over again. He shakes his head to clear himself from his daze. "Fuck, this is so surreal," he mumbles. "I'm not really sure what to do now."
I wrap my arms around his neck and force him to look me in the eyes. "Now, you go win that belt," I tell him firmly. "That's the only thing you focus on for the next twenty-four hours. Everything else we can figure out later. You've been waiting for this moment your whole life and you are going to show everyone exactly why you're the best goddamn middleweight fighter in the entire world. You and I both know that belt is coming home with us tomorrow. So that's what you focus on. Sex and food and baby talk can wait a few days. We're not going anywhere."
Riveted by my words while I’m talking, by the time I finish Tristan lets out a ragged breath and nods once. I can practically see his resolve hardening as he mentally vows to focus on the fight for the next twenty-four hours.
But not before burying his face in my hair and tightening his arms around me again. Not before he whispers, "I love you so goddamn much. Sometimes it actually hurts."
My tears threaten to overflow again. But this time it's from the amount of happiness filling my lungs that I never knew was possible—as opposed to just pregnancy hormones.
So, I let the tears fall. I let them fall, and I hug my husband as I think about how happy I am and how thankful I am for this life that we’ve created.
Now, we just need a championship belt.
THE END