Bliss. Bliss and more bliss. Kelvin felt like he was having a second honeymoon. His head fell back into the pillow as Leila took his cock in her mouth. She looked up to him for the briefest second and her eyes flashed with love, lust and raw desire before she flicked her tongue over his shaft. His fingernails dug into her scalp, he fisted her hair, silently urging her to take him to the back of her throat. As if hearing that, she released him to take a deep breath then inhaled him in one swift move. Fuck. He was having the best time of his life. His body shook as he neared his climax and Leila let go of his dick with a pop before he could ejaculate. Kelvin groaned. She was punishing him. “Baby. Leila.” Leila didn’t give him another chance to talk. She slid up and comfortably sat on his dick. Her eyes hooded and she pressed her thumbs to his jaw. “Yes, baby?” Kelvin’s dick swelled inside her moist

Kelvin couldn’t wait to get home. All day long he had been thinking of his wife. Her naked body under him. Their sex life was fire. They were having more sex now and he suspected Leila was trying to get pregnant. His mother’s words floated into his mind and he waved it off. If he could give Leila a child, he would do it. But he had to respect the natural process and let it happen. Once he parked, he grabbed his briefcase and dashed inside the building. His foot bobbed as he waited for the elevator to arrive. It was taking too long. He could not wait to be back home with Leila. Their real home in the US. The elevator opened and he got in with a smile playing on his lips. This love was overwhelming. They were back to how they were before the accident. Once the elevator came to a stop, he raced to their room. Kelvin knocked once, then remembered he had his own key card to the room. He slipped it in and opened the door but

Nervous was an understatement. Leila was a sweaty mess. Her husband’s car slowed in front of the pharmacy Google map directed them to. The AC was on but she didn’t feel it. Kelvin slipped his hand into hers. She pouted because she knew he didn’t like her being worried. But she couldn’t help it. She was scared.“Baby,” Kelvin stated softly. “You need to calm down.” Placing one hand on her stomach, he smiled. “If there’s a baby in there, stress won’t be good for her.” “Her?” Kelvin nodded. Leila laughed, he couldn’t be serious. She wanted their first child to be a boy so he could protect his sisters the way Kelvin protected her. “It’s a boy, Kev. A boy, get it into your head now. Boy.” “Girl.” “Boy,” she persisted. “A girl it is.” “Kev!” He was grinning and she

The morning sickness was horrible. Kelvin hated it. They had been having breakfast when Leila rushed to the toilet. He held her hair away from her face, rubbing circles on her back to calm her down.  Two months into her pregnancy and they had still not figured out all her triggers. She liked some things more and hated some others. The only good thing was that she had also started hating sea food so he didn’t have to be tortured by the sight of them.  Kelvin guided her to the sink, filling a cup with water for her to rinse her mouth. “Are you sure you’re okay?”  “Yeah. It will pass.”  Knowing the touch would comfort him, Leila brought his hand to her stomach. The bump was only slightly visible. He hugged her from behind and they stared at their reflection in the mirror. Kelvin kissed her neck.  “What time is your appointment?”  “2 pm?” she asked. Kelvin smiled. She forgot things more often now but he found

Leila was big. Her stomach was swollen and if she didn’t know she was expecting twins, she would have been frightened. For now, she was off work. She had managed to delay it until the last month of the third trimester. Pushing herself off the bed was among the few things that had become difficult for her to do. She threw one leg over the bed, then slowly moved the other one. Her breath came out heavily. She hadn’t done much but she was already tired. The shirt she was wearing had turned into a crop top revealing her stomach. She managed to get out of the bed and padded to the dresser. Her breath was heavy, she was so tempted to crawl back to the bed and sleep. She combed a thick brush through her hair. According to their last visit to the hospital, she and her babies were fine. She was due any time soon. Say, a week. Leila was tired. And she missed her husband. She palmed her stomach, traced the stretch marks on her stomach. Her body had changed so much. The