He spoke to our unborn baby, his voice filled with love and tenderness. I felt a surge of emotion well up inside me.
It was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy—a glimpse into the depth of his feelings—that left me breathless and overwhelmed.
In that moment, as I lay there in the embrace of his warmth, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. But for now, all that mattered was the here and now, the precious moment we shared together, cocooned in the warmth of our love.
As Benjamin's touch moved from my belly to my upper middle, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over me. His hands worked their magic, kneading and massaging my swollen breasts with a tenderness that belied the intensity of the moment. It was as if he was seeking solace in the intimacy of our connection, finding comfort in the simple act of touching and being touched.
