It feels so good, having him inside her like this; it's as if they were meant to be together. Her hips buck wildly against the bed, her fingers digging into his tiny shoulders as she takes him deeper still. With a hoarse cry, she comes undone, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over them both.

She collapses on top of Alexander, their sweaty bodies pressed together, her heart racing in time with his tiny chest.

Later that day, as they sit together at a park bench watching the ducks waddle by, Mommy can't help but feel a pang of guilt over what happened earlier. She knows it wasn't right, and yet she can't deny the intense feelings of love and desire that coursed through her veins during their intimate encounter.

She glances down at Alexander, his tiny hand clutched in hers, and realizes that no matter what, he will always be a part of her.