Adalind was standing in the living room, too nervous to sit, waiting as Nick entered.
Before he could ask, she held up a pregnancy test and said "We're going to have a baby."
When he and Adalind had started to try, he had thought he would jump and shout with excitement, when it was confirmed they were going to be parents.
But at this moment, Nick felt he could barely speak, and found himself in awe of his beautiful wife. His hand trembled slightly as he placed it on her still flat belly.
His baby was growing in there.
Adalind felt her heart clench at the look on her husband's face. There were tears in his eyes. Tears of joy. Just like the ones in her's.
Then Nick pulled her into a tender kiss, and whispered "I love you" against her lips. He picked her up and carried her to the couch. He sat her on his lap, moving his lips to her neck, one arm around her, the other hand moving over her breast and belly, gripping her blouse.
Their noses brushed together and they both sighed softly, the knowledge that they were having a baby together, filling them with bliss.
Adalind cupped his neck then skimmed down his chest and abdomen.
"I love you too, Nick. So much. More than I ever thought I was capable. I never knew I could be this happy."
She whimpered out as he moved his hand to between her thighs.
"I didn't know it was possible, but I think I want you more than I did before. I swear, knowing my baby is growing inside of you makes me want to wrap you in my arms and never let go." Nick whispered, as Adalind felt his breath and lips on her neck.
Adalind never knew she could have someone get everything they wanted from her and still be incredibly hungry for her, for her body, for her touch. But Nick made her feel like he was an addict and she was his drug of choice, and no matter how many times he got his fix, he would still want more.
"I'm not making love to the mother of my child on the couch, we should be in a bed so I can worship you like you deserve."
Not that he had always been against it, he had taken her in every room and on every area in their house when they first moved in, but now he wanted her comfortable, he needed to show her how much he loved her.
How much her having his baby meant to him.
So as badly as he wanted to bury himself inside her right then and there, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
When he laid her carefully on the bed, Adalind shook her head, but there was a smile as she reminded her husband, "I'm not made of glass, Nick, there is really no need to be so gentle."
At the look in his eyes, she felt her heart clench. He did not say a word. He didn't have to. She could sense his emotions.
The love he had for her. The joy he felt that they were having a baby.
And his need.
For her.
To show her how precious she was to him.
He covered her body with his own.
He oh so gently took her lips with his own, slowly increasing the pressure, the intensity. Nick ran his hands reverently over his wife's body, taking his time unbuttoning her blouse, leaving tender kisses with every newly exposed patch of skin.
When he got to her naval, she heard Nick whisper, "I will do everything I can, to keep the both of you safe. I will live for you. I will die for you. And I promise, not a day will go by that I will not show you how much I love you."
"Oh, Nick" Tears fell from Adalind's eyes freely. Did he have to be so sweet. So romantic. She ran her fingers through his hair, needing to touch him. To show him she felt for him just as intensely as he felt for her.
He looked up and smiled at her, before removing every article of clothing she wore, leaving her completely bare beneath him.
His tongue was warm and wet, sliding over every area of skin on her body. His hands firmly pressed into her, massaging her into relaxation, leaving her boneless and pliant in a short time.
He had her laying flat on her stomach, in a few months, they wouldn't be able to be in this position, so Nick thought to have her like this while he could. He moved her hair to the side and placed gentle nips on her neck, laying soothing kissing right after.
Then he slid inside her, keeping his mouth on her shoulder and her neck. He went slow, but thrust in deep, pressing Adalind's body into the mattress, causing her clit to be rubbed with every movement.
A light sheen of sweat coated their bodies. The scent of lovemaking, as well as heavy moans and labored breaths filling the room.
Their hands interlaced and Nick wrapped his arms around his wife, her arms and his now tucked beneath her. Her body tilted up slightly, causing the angle to change and Nick to hit just the right spot to have Adalind seeing stars.
Nick held her tighter, thrust in deeper, at a faster pace. He moved his hand to her core, placing two fingers on her clit. He bit down on her neck as fireworks erupted and they trembled with sweet release.
Panting, Nick moved to his side, taking his wife with him, unwilling to let her go.