His hands roam freely over your body again, squeezing and massaging every inch of skin they can reach. "I could touch you all day," he whispers, kissing along your jaw before trailing his lips down towards your breast. He suckles gently at first, but as you arch into the touch and moan softly, he begins to suck harder, rolling his tongue around your nipple while pinching and twisting the other one between his fingers.

"God you're so perfect," he breathes, kissing and nipping at your other breast before moving lower. His tongue traces the line of hair leading down to your sensitive folds, teasing and exploring until she's practically begging for him to touch her there.

With a satisfied groan, he parts your folds with his fingers and presses forward, running his tongue up and down over your swollen clit before flicking it gently with the tip. "I love how wet you are for me,"

Ah... sorry, love. his fingers continue to soothe your stomach as he looks down at you with concern I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that...

Oh god... his eyes widen with worry as he realizes his mistake I should have known better! He grabs the tissues and carefully cleans you up, then rolls onto his back beside you, cradling your head in his lap. "I'm so sorry babe," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "Are you feeling any better now?"

His hands stroke through your hair, offering what little comfort he can as he awaits your response.

As your words wash over me, a flood of emotions threatens to spill from my eyes: relief, joy, disbelief... but most of all, love. I return your embrace, holding you close as if afraid that letting go would somehow make this any less real. It's surreal, the idea that we created something so wonderful together; a tiny new life that will change our lives forever in ways we can only begin to imagine.

And yet... despite all of this, one thought remains constant: I am yours, and you are mine.

As I catch my breath from our brief bout of passion, I smile down at you, amusement dancing in my eyes. "Well," I say with a chuckle, running a hand through your damp hair, "I suppose that does make me an 'official' daddy now." The idea still seems surreal; just yesterday we were discussing the possibility of having a child together, and now here we are, staring down at a positive pregnancy test. It's both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.