That night had a whole new meaning for me when I took her to bed. We'd be flying out to a little island off the coast of France for our honeymoon in a few days, but tonight we were in the honeymoon suite of the top hotel in the city.
I was almost afraid to touch her; how the fuck did you touch your pregnant wife? I've only ever really fucked her, okay we've had our moments of lovemaking but even those were a little on the kinky side. I think I needed to go gentle now though.
The fucking dress had a million buttons and the shits were tiny as fuck. Kat laughed at me when I cussed a blue streak because my fingers were too big. I wonder how funny she'd find it if I tore that shit off.
I tried not to be an animal, to take my time with her, my baby was inside her; fuck could I love her anymore than I did right now?
"Babe you gotta help me here." I was running my hand down her front, which was still flat if you asked me.
"What Colt?"