Baby
"Make love to me, John." Anna's whisper carried across the confined space between them, and was sweet music to his ears. She had been so sick for the past few months since finding out they were expecting a baby. It had frightened John at first, the frequency and the violence of her illness, but it had slowly eased up over time. They had been assured by Dr. Clarkson that sickness in pregnancy was normal, but it didn't make John worry any less for his Anna.
Intimacy had been the last thing on either of their minds lately, so to hear her say that she wished for them to make love took John a bit of processing. Her roaming hand, and the path her lips were taking across his neck weren't helping matters either.
"Anna...love...are you sure? You're feeling alright?"
"Mmmm, I'm more than sure." When her lips met his John needed no further encouragement. He allowed his pent up desire for his wife to break forth and take control of him. He wrapped his arms solidly around her body, while exploring her open mouth with his tongue. Reacquainting himself with her exquisite taste. The groan that emanated from the back of her throat as he rolled them over and hovered above her nearly caused him to come undone right then.
Clothes flew through the room with wild abandon, and they nearly lost themselves in each other before a thought struck John and stopped him dead in his tracks.
Anna looked up at him confused, and slightly worried. "John, what's wrong?" she panted.
"I just...I...can we…. I mean, can we do this? Without it hurting you, or the baby?" He felt slightly idiotic for even having to ask, but he truly didn't know. He assumed it would be alright, but his irrational fears told him there was a chance he could hurt them. If he lost control, or was too rough. He would never forgive himself ….ever. Her small hand on his cheek pulled him from his wild imaginings.
"First of all, stop berating yourself for asking. I can tell by the look on your face what you're thinking. And….well I asked the same thing of Dr. Clarkson." Anna's cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. They were still positioned rather provacativley.
"What? When?"
"When he told me we were expecting. I was...curious."
"And….what did he say?"
Her smile told him all he needed to know, but she voiced it anyway. "He said it was perfectly fine. That no harm would come to me or the baby as long as we're careful when I get bigger."
John shifted slightly so he could see the slight bulge on her lower abdomen. It wasn't enough to notice when she was in her uniform, but it was there. The living, growing proof of their love. He lowered himself down her body, and placed the most gentle of kisses on her bare belly. His eyes met hers as she ran her fingers through his hair, and he noticed her eyes fill with tears.
John moved back up, and kissed every one of them away. They gasped together as he joined their bodies at long last, and they loved each other slowly and tenderly long into the night.
