They climbed into bed, moving as close to one another as they could possibly get. She did her best to move into the position that she knew so well and smiled, inviting him in. this was the part that she enjoyed most; the beginning. And what a beginning it was. But as they prepared to make sweet, passionate love and go as far as they could possibly go, her heart was racing with anticipation. He drew her close to him, kissing her sensually as his body moved against hers. She cried out, not in ecstasy, but in pain; very real pain. For she hadn't expected it to hurt so much. Her body just wasn't moving the way she wanted it to. Her stomach was very much in the way. However she was determined to follow through, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

They changed positions again and again, but as before it didn't feel right. She turned onto her side, coaxing him to do the same. If they couldn't make love the traditional way, there was certainly nothing wrong with trying something new. But their efforts were met with the same results… disappointment. Through it all they kissed and touched and caressed each other's lips and bodies, saying the sweet things they always said to each other while making love. She may have looked different and felt different, but she wanted the moment to be as comfortable as possible. His hands were on her body, touching her everywhere, making her cry out in pleasure. But it wasn't enough. She did the same for him, but her size made it awkward.

Finally she heard him curse under his breath, followed by the muttered words; "I can't do this…" The horror came when she felt him climb off the bed with a frustrated, almost angry sigh. She tried to lift her head to look at him, but she couldn't bring herself to move from the pillow. It was oh so easy to curl up into a ball.

At once the frustration of knowing that she couldn't make love to her husband; to satisfy his needs and hers hit her full force. And she burst into tears, crying as though she might never stop.

She was still sobbing when she felt the bed shift under his weight again. Suddenly she felt a soft fabric against her back; silk. He had changed his clothes and as wearing his robe and pajamas, spooning against her. His face was in her hair, taking in the scent.

"Daphne, I'm so sorry." He whispered into her hair. "What I said before… I didn't' mean it. You know that making love to you is the greatest pleasure of my life. Remember all the times that we made love in Belize? It was heavenly…"

She cried harder and he kissed her shoulder, his mouth making its way down her back. As she sobbed, he wrapped his arms around her still-naked body, doing his best to comfort her. "I love you so much, my angel…"

When her sobs had subsided, she turned in his arms. "I hate this! I wish that I'd never gotten pregnant!"