Whispers

 
 

smiles

He wakes to see her leaning over him, the sweetest smile on her face.

"Mornin', sugar," she says softly.

He slides his hands up the smooth warmth of her back, relishing the feel of her against him.

She leans into his touch. He kisses her gently and she draws it out, warming him through.

Then she pulls away.

Her eyes are sparkling, enticing him to ask her why.

He doesn't rush. Not this. First he runs his hands over her skin, tracing invisible patterns before settling them at her waist.

His eyes flick upward. "Oui?"

Her smile broadens.

"I'm pregnant."

 


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