Reflection!

Steven POV

I walked into the room to see my wife standing by the window. When she turned to look at me, our eyes met, and in that shared gaze, a profound connection was forged. I could feel my heart pounding, knowing that at any moment, I was going to experience an occasion that would stay with me forever. Thinking back, from the moment we met, my heart fluttered. Even then we felt an undeniable connection with each other. In our embrace, time seemed to stand still, and the world around us faded away, leaving only our souls intertwined. We found joy in the simplest of gestures – a gentle touch, a warm smile, or a heartfelt compliment that spoke volumes of our affection.

Sadly her usual smile had disappeared. I couldn't help thinking that something was different. She seemed pensive and disturbed. I had a feeling she was again thinking about her friend Rose. I felt sorry that I couldn't bring her any news, but I hoped to hear something soon.

I walked toward her and embraced her from the back, I buried my face under the pile of her long black hair that covered her back. When I kissed her neck, I could sense the signal from her that only our bodies recognized and that made me smile.

I wrapped my arms around her belly, as if the baby sensed the significance of this moment as well. I felt a subtle movement beneath my palms. My eyes widened, and a smile crept across my face as I realized what I had just experienced.

"Did you feel that?" Saintilia whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the emotions inside me. The feeling that came over me was indescribable. I was overwhelmed. It was my first time experiencing something like this. I moved my hands around hoping to catch every movement. As if the baby knew, more movements followed—gentle kicks and stretches that seemed to dance beneath my touch. Each time the little life inside her moved, it felt like a tiny affirmation, a reminder that a new chapter was beginning for us as a family. I was very happy. I could not wait to meet this little creature that was giving my wife so much trouble. I had heard stories from other fathers about this extraordinary connection, but experiencing it myself was something entirely different

When she turned around to face me. She was smiling a little. Her sad eyes told me she was anxious. I cupped her face, and she seemed to relax a little. I found myself obsessing about my feelings for my wife, almost out of my control. There was no doubt in my mind that I was truly in love with this woman. And I will never stop telling her. I already knew what was on her mind. But at this point, I wanted her to think of nothing else but the two of us. I whispered to her how beautiful she was, even more so now in my eyes that she was pregnant. Assuring her that my love for her will remain the same forever.

Hearing those words must have been very pleasing to her. She suddenly kissed me. Her belly got in the way of my body getting close to hers. But not keeping us from kissing. She had me when she touched my hair, moving the strings away so she could see my eyes, which were already penetrating hers. She had always found ways to please me. Sexual Intimacy had been difficult for us since she became pregnant. It's been a while for the both of us and I was willing to wait. But my wife always knew whenever I was desperate for her.

I felt her hand slip inside my pants and found its way to my berries. My mind turned to mush when she gave them a gentle squeeze. I felt like I was drowning in ecstasy. I wanted to touch every part of her body. It's been like this ever since she's been put on bed rest. I was not in control of this situation so I simply followed her rules. When she wrapped her warm fingers around my stick everything became a blur. I was lost in the sea of our kisses, drowning our tongues that were Chasing after every drop of saliva. What she was doing to me was making me crazy.

She managed to drop my pants down. And the slow movement of her hand was taking me to a place that I couldn't describe with words. I held onto her face even tighter unable to let go of her mouth. I couldn't control myself any longer. I felt dizzy with pleasure awakening all my senses. Suddenly, my body stiffened with the gushing of blood traveling through my veins making me experience the immensity of exhilarating joy. Fulfilled, almost in a dream of euphoria. I was mesmerized by the intensity of her hand movement determined to bring me to the edge. I began to shake with the spasm of dopamine that I was finally able to release. Even after, I could not let go of her mouth. I kept her in my embrace and continued kissing her, as I whispered sweet words to her.

"Honey, you are amazing! Thank you."

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I felt refreshed and relaxed after spending a long time in the shower with my wife. Who knew there'd come a time when I would be in the shower for longer than 60 minutes. At first, I couldn't stand the thought of having to be in the shower for longer than 10 minutes. But after some convincing from my Saintilia, I decided to give it a try.

Hot water dripping down and around me, losing myself in the sound of water plopping to the floor as soft music played in the background. The soothing melody enhanced the feeling of indulgence, making me feel as though we were in a private oasis, away from the cares of the world. I didn't know I could enjoy it so much that I couldn't wait for the following nights.

In the cozy lounge area of our bedroom, we shared a special romantic moment over a pot of fragrant tea. The moon cast a warm glow through the windows, creating a soft ambiance in our bedroom. The room was filled with the soothing aroma of our favorite tea blend, setting the stage for a serene and intimate experience.

Tea became more than just a beverage; it became a symbol of our love and the warmth we found in each other's arms. With every cup we shared, our love deepened, and we cherished these little moments that brought us closer together as husband and wife.

I couldn't help looking at this gorgeous, yet very pregnant woman sitting across from me. She was the love of my life,

And at any moment, she could give birth to my child. I felt overwhelmed with satisfaction and couldn't wait to finally meet our baby. I poured the tea into our cups, and with each pour, our eyes met, conveying a silent understanding and affectionate connection that words could not express.

Our moments lingered, immersing ourselves in the simple

joy of each other's company.

She winked at me, Ohhhh my heart was melting like a slow burning candle. Could she tell that I was anxious?, Then this definitely made me feel better. I sensed her eyes pierced my soul, and for the first time in my adult life, I felt naked even though I was fully clothed. I placed my cup on the table and crawled toward her. I knelt in front of her, and rested my head lightly on her belly, trying to listen to the baby.

Saintilia POV

We were so different from each other yet had so much in common. I remembered the first time I saw his picture at my uncle Raymond's house, I was afraid to look at him because I felt his eyes wanted to swallow me. I couldn't look at his picture for a long time, I thought his eyes were mysterious and suspicious until I met him in person.

Where I grew up I had never come across anyone looking like Steven. His white skin was unusual and I was curious about what made him look so different. I felt connected to him, somehow I was being sucked in.

The first time we met, He was waiting for me at the airport. We knew what each other looked like because uncle Raymond provided us with each other's most recent pictures, to make the process of us finding each other much easier.

When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. He was more beautiful than his picture. The sound of his voice intoxicated my senses when he greeted me. I was feeling something I never felt before. My heart was telling me something I didn't know how to describe. I looked into those eyes that I avoided for so long. I didn't know what I was expecting. But what I saw was a gorgeous looking man with a set of illuminating bright blue eyes that seemed passionately unreal to me.

Subconsciously I reached out to touch his eyes because I couldn't believe they were real. But his laughter brought me back to my senses. He wanted to know why I was surprised since we've seen each other's pictures. He couldn't have known that those eyes of his have been tantalizing me. I was too embarrassed I couldn't say a word.

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Today, I woke up feeling heavy. Having some slight pain but nothing alarming. After a quick shower, I went back to bed, and spent my entire morning there. I could go into labor at any moment. So it was best for me to stay in bed. It was a month ago, Steven had decided to put everything aside to take care of me, while waiting for the arrival of our baby.

When lunch time came, I waited for him at the table, in the lounge area of our room, to have lunch together. Earlier, he had left to meet my doctor at the hospital, making sure everything was ready for me. He then returned home to prepare our food. Looking at him, I could tell he was very tired. I did not have much of an appetite. I was feeling anxious but Steven made a great effort to prepare my food so I had to eat it.

Night times were particularly difficult for me. Sleep didn't come easy but whenever I could manage to have a little, I would wake up screaming from the same recurring nightmare. Always the same scenario. Night after night. I was being chased by a figure with a machete, vowing to cut me into pieces.

Unfortunately for Steven my nightmare became his as well because I kept waking him up. I would tell him that it was my acid reflux that kept waking me up. I could tell he didn't believe me. The look on my face had nothing to do with acid reflux. The man was not an idiot. He knew something was going on with me.

He immediately took me in his arms and softly whispered that he was there and I had nothing to worry about. I sensed he knew that whatever I was going through, had something to do with my past, but he didn't ask. He said nothing and just comforted me. He held me tight as if to keep me from being snatched away. He told me to go back to sleep. Slowly I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep again.

I was awakened shortly after but this time was not because of my nightmare. Steven had already fallen asleep? I tried remaining silent but the sharp pain kept coming. . I tried breathing as quietly as I could but the contractions were coming faster and lasting longer. I was used to enduring pain. Both my mind and body have suffered great pain but nothing could have prepared me for what I was experiencing at that moment. My moaning woke him up again and I felt bad about it. But this time was for real.

"Are you contracting?

"Yes and it's happening more frequently."

“Is it time?”

“I don’t know but I think you should take me to the hospital.”

"Ok we'll call the doctor on our way."

He went to my closet and retrieved something comfortable for me to wear. It was as if my husband had gone through this many times before. He was calmed and as collected as one could be in this situation. He got me dressed in no time. He grabbed his keys, took my hand, and headed to the door.

I found myself laughing so hard that I had to hold on to my belly. He looked perplex. He didn't seem to understand why I was laughing until I asked him if he intended to go out like that. He looked at me as if to say why not. But then he realized he was naked. .

“Okay honey. I should put on some clothes. Right?”