Six months later, I discovered I was pregnant again. Our fifth child. The news filled me with joy and a touch of nervousness—our family was growing fast, but Damien’s excitement erased all doubts.
I told him during a quiet evening on the balcony. His reaction was immediate and emotional. He pulled me close, hand on my still-flat stomach, eyes shining.
That same night, after the kids were asleep, he carried me to our bed like I was fragile treasure. He undressed me reverently, kissing every new sensitive spot.
“You’re giving me another miracle,” he whispered, lips trailing down my body. He spent long minutes between my thighs, tongue and fingers working me until I shattered twice. Then he entered me missionary style, slow and deep, eyes never leaving mine.
“Feel me, baby. Feel how much
