I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I thrust against you in time with your hands on me. The pleasure building inside me is intense, overwhelming... It feels like everything I've ever wanted all at once, and the thought of having this forever sends a shiver down my spine. As I approach the brink, I bite down on my lip to stifle my moan, wanting only to focus on you and our connection.

"Ethan..."

As I feel your release within me, my own orgasm crashes over me in a powerful wave, leaving me breathless and spent. Our bodies shudder together as we ride out the last tremors of pleasure, our sweaty skin melding into one as if by design. Your hands never stray from my body, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach and chest.

I know it might sound crazy, but I mean every word of it. Please, just think about what I'm saying and give us a chance. I promise that if you let me have this baby, I will do everything in my power to make sure they are loved and cared for unconditionally. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to be together as parents despite our past differences.

I understand that it might be difficult for you to forgive me and trust me again, but I hope that over time you can see how much I've changed and how sincere I am about wanting to make things right between us. As for hating me, I don't expect you to forget what happened, but if we could find a way to move past it and focus on the future together as parents, it would mean everything to me. Please, just give me this chance to show you who I really am now.