Dear Jason, It's your turn to cry!

It was in the middle of the night when I felt Jason's fingers tracing their way downwards under my night dress as we both lay under the duvet. A smile crept up my face as his feathery touches pulled me slowly out of my slumber state.

He always knew how to ignite that desire in me.

The next thing I felt was his fingers brushing against my clothed pussy. I pretended to still be asleep while biting down the moans that threatened to spill out of my mouth.

He was quiet as well and all I could hear was his breathing, which was a little faster than normal. When I slowly peeped down, I saw that he was stroking himself, thanks to the dim table lamp.

He kept on rubbing my clit, causing me to leak from my wet opening, soaking my panties. Soon, I felt a rustling sound of clothes as he pulled down his pants and slowly pulled down my underwear as if he was trying not to wake me up. But that was a failure, as I was very much wide awake and ready to enjoy this pleasure he was about to give me.

“I know you're up. I can tell from your breathing.” He said and didn't even give me time to react or say anything before he pulled my legs wide apart and held them down.

Before I could blink, his face was already buried between my legs and his tongue already swiping up and down on my entire fleshy wet lips.

“Fuck!” I groaned out in a moany way, feeling like I was just setting ablaze onto a pleasurable fire.

“Like that, uh?” He asked as his tongue began swirling and licking my wet opening. Before I could grasp anything else that was happening, his dick had slid into me and for over an hour, Jason was fucking me with a different kind of strength that left me boneless in the legs like a jellyfish.

The sound of the whistling kettle snapped me out of my early morning reverie. I couldn't believe that I was once again lost in our last intimate moment. I'm making breakfast for the two of us this morning. But I'm filled with so much joy I don't think my entire self can contain it.

Jason, my husband, had traveled about a week ago, and I was left with the memories of the intense, passionate nights we spent together.

I always daydream and I enjoy every bit of it. I missed his presence so much and all that we did together, but I'm so happy he got back home late last night.

Because this morning, I had a surprising gift prepared for him. Something he has randomly hinted he wanted.

I had taken a pregnancy test last night and it came out positive. I was so happy that I was now carrying Jason’ child. It was a secret desire he doesn't voice out much but I know when he finally knows that I'm pregnant, he would be so much happier than I am.

However, all night, I had been wondering just how I wanted to break the good news to him. I have been imagining what he would do and what his reaction would be like when I finally broke the news to him.

As I was dishing out the food on the table, Jason walked in, looking breathtaking as usual even though he had just woken up.

He took his seat and murmured, “Good morning, Isabel.”

“A wonderful morning, sweetheart,” I replied, trying not to smile too much to reveal that something was going on.

“It's definitely a wonderful one.” Jason picked up his cup of hot chocolate, took a long sip, and sighed in satisfaction. “You always make the best breakfast, Isabel,” he said, his gaze meeting mine.

My heart felt warm at his compliment, and I resisted the sudden urge to tell him the news right then. Instead, I busied myself cutting slices of toast, keeping my hands calm even as my nerves were busy flaring up inside my chest.

I could already picture the joy that would light up on his face, the way he would hug me right and tell me he couldn't wait to be a father.

I couldn't help but watch him with anticipation as he started eating, trying to see when the perfect moment would come.

Before I could speak, Jason cleared his throat.

“I've been thinking about something all night, something I have to tell you,” he said, his tone serious but somehow excited.

“Oh?” I set down my knife, adjusting myself even if I was sitting correctly. “What do you want to tell me?” I asked, my eyes momentarily flickering with excitement as I waited for him to speak.

While waiting, I reached and shifted the small plate I had prepared to use for the surprise to the other side.

He paused for a brief second, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might have been caught by the surprise I had for him.

Could it be that he had chanced on the pregnancy test I used last night? Was he going to tell me how thrilled he was that we were bringing a baby into this world?

A bright smile flashed across his face, almost like a childish grin. Steadying his breath, his lips parted and the words that flew out of his mouth made my heart skip a beat.

“She is awake. My girlfriend, Lilly. She is awake!” he exclaimed.

The room froze, the words hitting me like a huge slap to the face. Lilly, I felt my hands frozen in place, one of them gripping the edge of my chair. “She… woke up?” I asked again even if I heard him clean and clear.

“Yes!” Jason’s excitement was undeniable, his eyes twinkling as he leaned closer. “She came out of her coma yesterday. The doctors told me she is now stable, and she is requesting to see me as soon as possible.”

He sent his hands covering his mouth, his eyes crinkling with joy as he added, “Isabel, this is so incredible. I'm so happy. After all these years…”

“Crush!”

Jason couldn't get to finish talking before the plate that held the pregnancy test result fell to the ground and broke, making a loud clattering sound.

A perfect representation of what my life just became in a matter of seconds.