He closed his eyes and didn"t answer. "It"s good that I"m pregnant like this."
He wanted to know why Cecilia said that because right now he couldn"t think of anything outside of his wife"s body.
"You don"t have to wait for me to sleep before you go to the gang."
Ian laughed. He squeaked softly and stroked his wife"s back. Cecilia gasped in surrender and wrapped her arms around Ian"s neck and her lips into her surroundings. “We"ll settle down,” isolated from her husband. "Sure it will, honey."
Ian was about to object. But he forgot what he was going to say. He feared his fear in the warm embrace of his beloved wife.
"Stop smiling," said Mrs. Harry, the black cat sitting on the sofa and looking at her funny. "I know, I know, but it"s great because I can"t believe it"s coming back."
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