Spooning (Epilogue)
The clock read 9:42.
The man stirred, stretching his long legs down and his arms out, both over and under the woman’s torso. The woman leaned her head back, opened her eyes, and looked into the man’s.
“Good morning”
“Morning”
9:46
“That was some dream I had last night,” he said.
“Me, too.” She smiled at him, then blinked a few times.
“Matt?”
“Mmm?
“I’m pregnant.”
“…! Hm? How do you-”
“I just know. My mom said she knew it with both my brothers and me, as soon as it happened. And her mom before that.”
“You sure its even the right time?”
“Oh, yes. I know, we should test in a few days or weeks, I guess. But I’m right. I didn’t know that I’d know, I didn’t know how. But I do now.”
“That’s crazy,” hs said, looking off out the window.
“Is it? I can’t really explain it. I just… know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Matthew. Look at me. I’m positive”
“Oh. …Wow.”
“Yes. Wow.”
9:52
“This is good, right? This is what we wanted? What we’ve been trying for?”
“Ohhh, yes, my love. This is right. This is perfect.”
“I always thought we’d find out by looking at stripes on little sticks or something. This is much better. Um… Is it a boy or a girl?”
“How should I know? It doesn’t work that way, silly.
“Oh. Just checking. …I love you, Lyn. Hey! You’re going to be a Mom!” the woman shivered at the words.
“Love you Matt. And you’re going to be a Dad.” The man’s arms closed around the woman’s body and hugged her to him. “…Now, fuck me.”
“You want to make love after whatever happened last night- this morning… whatever?”
“No. I want you to fuck me. Like last night. Please.”
“Oh, yes. Yes.”
The two bodies moved on the bed…
End
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Categories: Erotica, Impregnation, Married Sex, Monocle, Multi-part Story
The Erotic Writer 
Fab!
always,
B.
Each part to this story is amazing, especially being able to “hear” both voices. The epilogue actually made me laugh a little: ““You want to make love after whatever happened last night- this morning… whatever?”
“No. I want you to fuck me. Like last night. Please.”
It’s as if us women become delicate creations made of sugar and light once our men learn we are pregnant. It’s so sweet, and protective, and reverential. We are not so delicate, but we are a little magical :)
Thanks, Stephanie, and I would agree. I think, in relationships that are even only a little deeper than the fuck buddy or one night stand, we tend to be many things to each other – in turn or even simultaneously. In partnerships destined to become families there is yet that additional dimension.