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I was nervous.
My palms felt sweaty as I held Sarah’s in my lap. I knew my nerves were unfounded. That our baby was fine, but I just couldn’t seem to shift the unease that was growing in my stomach.
We were going to see him or her again and this time in 3d. we would be able to make out whose nose our child had. Or so my limited research had told me.
I was hoping they looked like Sarah. I side eyed her. She looked thoughtful but not at all worried. If anything, I would say he looked blissfully happy.
Of course, that may have been down to the fact I had given her several orgasms this morning. One after another.
We had always been passionate but being with her properly had opened a new level of need in me. One that I couldn’t seem to sate. Maybe it was because we could actually be
