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“I’m just so tired, Maksim,” I said, my feelings too jumbled up to know which ones were real and which ones were temporary.
“I know, baby,” he said, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my left ear.
Staring into his dark gaze, I told him the absolute truth of what I wanted, even though I hadn’t really known it until my grandfather had mentioned it. “I want my children to grow up seeing me happy, Maksim. I want them to know that happiness is possible, even in the life that they’re going to live.”
“Tell me what to do, and I will do it, lyublyu,” he said. “I will do anything.”
Since I wanted to believe him so badly, I chose to, and it finally felt right.
Epilogue
Maksim – (One Year Later)~
“Oh, God…harder…”
I grabbed my wife by her hips, then slammed into her hard enough to make the desk move. Katja was sprawled out on top of the expensive oak, and her big tits were bouncing beautifully with each thrust of my hips. My hands were gripping the back of her knees as I held her legs spread open for me, and my wife taking my cock was a sight that I was never going to get tired of.
“Like that?” I grunted, giving her what she wanted, though still wondering if it was wise.
“God…yes…” she whimpered. “Maksim, please…”
“I love when you beg for it, baby,” I said, my thrust becoming harder as she tightened around me. “Cum for me, Katja.”
“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted as her body let go, her spasms squeezing my cock hard enough to take me over the edge with her.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I felt myself explode inside of her, the force of my orgasm pushing the desk farther back. “Fuck, baby…”
After a few moments of just enjoying the satisfying aftermath, I gathered Katja up in my arms, then carried her to the couch. We were both half-dressed, but I didn’t care. My wife had been gratified, I was grateful, and most importantly, my wife loved me, which was more than I deserved.
Six months after Katja had moved in with me, she’d finally said those three little words back to me, and determined to hold onto them forever, I’d gotten her pregnant immediately afterwards. So, with her grandfather living across the street from us, his health well, Katja loving me back and being pregnant with my child, I wanted for nothing in this world, and there wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do to keep this feeling forever.
“We are going to have to let up soon,” I warned her as she rested comfortably in my arms. “You are only five-months pregnant right now, but I think once you hit the six-month mark, no more rough sex for you.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Way to kill the romance.”
“I mean it, Katja. I will not have anything happen to you or the baby,” I told her seriously.
“How about we consult with the doctor, then go from there?” she suggested.
“As long as he agrees with me, then fine,” I countered.
After a few moments of listening to my wife’s steady breathing, I contemplated just allowing us both to fall asleep on the couch, but I could admit that I’d become a bit of a mother hen ever since we found out that she was pregnant. I was over-obsessed about her comfort, and even though I knew that it drove her crazy, I couldn’t help myself. With Nikel no longer in the picture, life was back to normal, and I refused to let anything disrupt what I had with Katja.
“I love you, lyublyu.”
Tiredly, she said, “I love you, too.”
“But I am going to love you forever,” I pointed out.
“I know, Maksim.”
That was the one thing that she never promised back, and I respected her for it. Though a year was a long time, it really wasn’t when you were still processing everything that you’d been through and how you still felt about one of the darkest times in your life. Nevertheless, when she was finally ready to say it back, I was going to be here to embrace the miracle.
“As much as I’d love to stay here on the couch all evening, we promised Dedushka that we’d walk him over for dinner tonight,” I reminded her. “We should probably shower, so that we will be presentable.”
“My protruding belly kind of gives away the fact that we have sex, Maksim,” she smirked, and I adored this version of my wife. Now, while I loved all versions of her, Katja being comfortable around me was what I cherished the most.
“While that is true, the poor man doesn’t need to smell it on us,” I retorted.
“I think you’re just trying to get me naked in the shower with you,” she teased.
“That I am, lyublyu.”
“Well, you should have just said so, Mr. Barychev.”
“I’ll remember that for next time, Mrs. Barychev.”
The End.
