I was nervous. I was afraid he would think I had done it on purpose so Claire and I could have babies together. I didn’t, but I was happy about it and I wanted him to be, too.
I rolled over to face him and he hitched my leg over his hip. He rubbed his hand up the back of my thigh to my panties and slid his hand underneath. “I love to get into these.”
He kissed my neck as he pulled my nightgown up and over my head. That familiar stirring presented itself and I decided to ride it out one last time before I told Nick about the baby.
Three years together and he could still make me scream his name. He was the best husband ever.
We lay silent in the dark and he was rubbing his hand back and forth over my belly so I decided that was my sign to tell him. “I admire the way you have been such a diligent student in your baby making studies, Mr. Hawke, but there comes a time in every student’s life when he must fail or graduate.”
“Are you telling me I’m getting an ‘F’ in your class?”
“No, you’re definitely not getting an ‘F.’ You’re graduating with a 4.0. And honors.”
“What are we talking about?”
“Mr. Hawke, you’ve mastered your craft. You can no longer practice putting a baby in me because you’ve successfully done it already.”
I cringed as I waited for his response. I felt the bed shift as he reached over to turn on the lamp. Our bedroom was dimly lit and he spun around to look at me and then to my naked belly.
He scooted over next to me and curiously reached his hand out to place it over the spot where our baby currently resided. “Everything I’ve ever done to get a rush doesn’t even come close to comparing to the one I’m feeling right now.”
He put his mouth on my stomach and kissed it. “Our baby is inside you right there.” He gazed up at me. “God, I love you. You’re the best wife ever.”
He crawled up my body to kiss me. “And you’re the best husband ever. Now, make me scream your name again.”
No regrets in love. Ever.