Epilogue
Two months later, back in our apartment, Morgan stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts. The fabric barely covered her ass. Her belly had the slightest, softest curve now — barely noticeable to anyone else, but obvious to me.
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, hands resting on that gentle swell.
“Still can’t believe it’s real,” she whispered, leaning back against me.
I kissed her neck and slid my hands under the shirt, cupping her fuller breasts. “It’s real. And you look even more beautiful every day.”
She turned in my arms and kissed me deeply. “Jake still doesn’t know. We have to tell him soon.”
“We will,” I promised. “But right now…” I lifted her onto the dresser, spread her thighs, and sank into her soaked heat in one smooth thrust.
Morgan moaned, wrapping her legs around me. “Yes… breed me again, husband.”
I fucked her slow and deep, watching her face in the mirror behind her. “Gonna keep you pregnant as long as you’ll let me.”
She came hard, crying out my name, and I followed right after, filling her once more.
This was our new normal.
And I couldn’t wait for the rest of our life together.