Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
Sammy’s hand squeezed mine, a silent acknowledgment, and I held them both tighter, memorizing this moment for eternity.
I let the night stretch on, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating together in a rhythm that was ours alone. Every touch, every whispered promise, every gentle caress became a memory I would carry with me forever. I kissed them, I held them, I let my love pour into every movement, knowing that soon, the world might try to take me from them.
And as they shifted against me, as the warmth of their bodies pressed into mine, I whispered again, “I love you. Always. No matter what happens, no matter where life takes us… this is ours, and nothing can ever change that.”
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