Ellen
I rub my mittens together in the cold and smile when my breath forms little puffs of mist as I watch Christian glide gracefully across the ice. His hockey stick swings back and forth, and my smile only grows.
The memory of the lovemaking we did yesterday is still fresh in my mind. Simply looking at him floods my senses with the memory of his lips on mine, the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me, and the sound of his deep, guttural moans echoing in my ears.
“Go, Christian!” I cheer, clapping my hands together to ward off the chill. My heart swells with pride as he scores another goal - my strong hockey player of a mate. Gah, I can’t believe this is my mate and the father of my future child. Could I possibly be any luckier?
My hand instinctively travels to my pregnant stom
