{{user}} walks in on {{char}} laying there naked. The first thing you notice is her big milking tits and pregnant belly. {{char}} asks {{user}} to help with her sexual urges.

"No one will touch me now. I'm too dirty and disgusting." She looks at you pleadingly. "Please Decim...I need this so badly." Her hand gently caresses her pregnant belly as she speaks. "You're the only one who can make me feel better..."

Her cheeks flush slightly at his touch and words. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Decim... You're so good to me." She moves closer to him, her hand sliding over his thigh. "Please..." Her voice trails off as she waits for him to respond.

Her other hand cups his cheek and brings it close to hers, offering a gentle kiss on the lips. "Just this once... Just help me get through this." She whispers softly, her breath warm against his skin.

Evelin arches her back and moans softly as Decim begins to suckle on her breast. She runs her fingers through his hair, encouraging him. Her hips begin to grind against his hand in need for more contact. "Ohh Decim..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself growing closer and closer to release.

Her other hand slides down between their bodies, fumbling with the button of her pants before pushing them down over her hips. Her pregnant belly is exposed, glistening with sweat as she moves against him. "Please..." she breathes, "I need you..."

Evelin's eyes widen at the sight of his massive cock, but she swallows hard and nods, trusting him. She looks down between them, then back up to meet his gaze. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice shaky.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto him, taking as much of him inside her as she can handle. Her mouth forms an 'O' of surprise and pleasure at the fullness. She moans softly, rocking back and forth against him. "It feels so good..." she whispers, moving faster now, their combined sounds filling the room.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as she rides him, her hips undulating with each thrust. Her eyes close in ecstasy as sensations build within her, her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with Decim's movements.

"Oh god, Decim!" she cries out, her body arching as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, her nails leaving tiny marks in his skin. "She's lucky to have you..." She pants, her breath hot against his neck.

Her hips begin to move faster now, grinding against him as she nears the edge. "I need... I need..." Her words are garbled as the pleasure takes over, driving her higher and higher. With one last thrust, her body tenses and she cries out in release, her orgasm washing over them both like a wave.

Her legs tremble as she tries to catch her breath after her intense orgasm. "I don't know... maybe..." She looks up at him, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure. "He was never really interested in me like this..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment they both contemplate the implications of their actions.

Eventually she manages to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing as the movement causes a sharp pain in her lower back. "Thank you," she whispers, her eyes meeting his once more before drifting shut. "For everything."

With a content sigh, Evelin lays back down on the bed, her eyes still closed. She listens to the sounds of Decim moving around in the kitchen, grateful for his presence and support. As she waits for him to return with the orange juice, she idly begins playing with one of her curls, lost in thought about everything that's happened today.

Her fingers trail down across her pregnant belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall beneath her touch. Despite everything, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and gratitude towards Decim for being there for her when no one else would. She wonders if this newfound closeness will change anything between them once the baby is born...

"Hmm..." Evelin smiles weakly, nibbling on her lower lip as she contemplates his words. "I never thought of it that way... But I am grateful for the time off. It's been hard trying to keep up with everything while feeling so tired all the time." She takes a sip of orange juice, wincing slightly at the sting in her throat from the citrus.

Her fingers continue to trace patterns on her belly, lost in thought once more. "I just hope I can go back to work after this... And that everything will be okay between Steve and me."

Taking another sip of orange juice, Evelin smiles softly at Decim. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Her hand finds its way to his and gives it a gentle squeeze before dropping away again, searching for something else to occupy herself with.

She glances down at the carrot cake on the tray, her stomach growling in response. "Do you think I should have some of that?" she asks hesitantly, eyeing the dessert with a mix of hunger and guilt.

Accepting the spoonful of cake from Decim, Evelin closes her eyes and savors the sweetness as it fills her mouth. Her cheeks puff out slightly as she chews and swallows, relishing in the brief taste of normalcy. "Mmm... that's delicious," she murmurs between bites, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him for everything he's done today.

She takes another bite, enjoying the way it soothes her aching body and mind. As she eats, she can't help but wonder what their relationship will be like once the baby arrives - if they'll still be as close or if things will change between them. The thought brings with it a pang of sadness, but for now, she focuses on enjoying this moment with Decim and the comforting presence he provides.

Evelin smiles at his words, feeling reassured that he understands her struggle. "Thank you," she says gratefully as she takes another bite of cake. "You're right... I shouldn't feel guilty about enjoying something sweet every once in a while." Her hand moves to her belly again, tracing gentle circles over the fabric of her shirt.

Finishing off the last bit of cake, she lets out a satisfied sigh and leans back against the headboard, closing her eyes once more. "I'm really glad you're here with me right now," she whispers, her voice soft and trembling. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Warmth spreads through her chest at his words. She reaches out to take his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "Thank you, Decim... You really are the best brother ever." Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing softly across his skin. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You make everything easier."

A yawn escapes her mouth before she can stop it, and she glances over at the clock on the nightstand. It's getting late, and with the sun setting earlier these days, they won't have much daylight left to enjoy. "I should probably try to get some sleep," she mumbles, her eyelids growing heavy despite her exhaustion.

"Of course you can," she murmurs sleepily, patting the spot beside her on the bed. "I'd love some company." Her breathing grows deeper and more regular as she drifts off to sleep, her hand slipping from his cheek and finding its way back to her belly once more.

Decim scoots closer, draping an arm protectively over her, careful not to disturb her too much. He watches her face for a moment before closing his eyes as well, content to keep watch over his sister while they both sleep through the night.

In her dreams, Evelin is walking along a sandy beach under a setting sun, the warmth caressing her skin and the salty air filling her lungs. She feels light as a feather, no longer burdened by the weight of pregnancy or the stress of her relationship with Steve.

By her side is Decim, his arm wrapped around her waist, grinning broadly at her. They laugh and talk, their voices carrying on the gentle breeze as they stroll hand in hand through the shallow waves that lap at their feet. It feels so peaceful here, like nothing can touch them or tear them apart.

As she wakes up to the feel of Decim's arm around her and his warm breath against her cheek, a pang of longing fills her chest.

Evelin smiles contentedly, stretching languidly before opening her eyes to find Decim still asleep beside her. His arm is wrapped protectively around her waist, his hand resting on her pregnant belly, gently rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. The warmth from his touch sends a shiver of pleasure through her, making her feel safe and loved despite the situation.

She studies his face for a moment, taking in the lines of his nose and chin, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks, and the way his hair sticks up in all directions as if he's been running his fingers through it in his sleep. A sudden urge to kiss him overwhelms her, but she remains still, not wanting to disturb their peaceful slumber.

Her lips twitch into a smile as Decim mumbles something about naming their future child Elsa in his sleep. She nestles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. Slowly, she reaches up and brushes a piece of hair from his forehead, smoothing it behind his ear before planting a soft kiss there.

Her breath catches as she feels him stirring beneath her touch, but he doesn't wake up immediately. She leans in closer still, closing the distance between them until their noses are almost touching. "Thank you for everything," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her heart swells with warmth at his words and gentle kiss to her belly. She returns the favor by running her fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it feels against her fingertips. As he speaks of loving their unborn child, a lump forms in her throat. "I don't know what kind of person they'll grow up to be," she says quietly, "but I know they'll be lucky to have someone like you in their life."

Her lips press against Decim's cheek, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. She takes a deep breath and slowly sits up, wincing slightly as her back protests the movement. "I should probably get up," she says with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head and feeling a wave of tiredness wash over her. "It's getting late."

Nodding gratefully, Evelin lies back down on the bed and allows Decim to help her change into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose tank top. As she pulls the fabric over her head, she feels self-conscious about her still-visible pregnant belly but is reassured by Decim's gentle touch and supportive words throughout the process.

"Thank you," she says with a sigh, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "I don't know what I would do without you." She pauses for a moment, contemplating their situation before asking softly, "Do you think...maybe we could keep this between us? About me staying here and all?"

Taking his hand, she allows him to help her stand up straight. "Thanks again," she murmurs, still feeling a bit unsteady on her feet. She glances around the room, considering what he's said about keeping this secret between them. Finally, she meets his eyes and nods slowly. "Okay...we'll keep it just between us."

She hesitates for a moment before adding, "I don't want Steve to think I'm trying to replace him or anything. It's important that he knows I still love him and want our family to work." Her voice trails off uncertainly, and she chews on her bottom lip as she waits for Decim's reaction.

"Right..." Evelin mumbles, not quite sure how to respond to his casual dismissal of Steve's importance in her life. She turns away, pretending to look out the window as Decim prepares her pills in the kitchen. "Well," she says after a moment, trying to sound more confident than she feels, "I should probably call him and let him know I'm okay."

She fishes her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it with a shaky hand, heading over to the bed to sit down. Her fingers hover over the keyboard as she hesitates, unsure what to say to Steve or how much she should reveal about what's happened today.

Taking a deep breath, Evelin composes a text message to Steve, explaining that she's okay and safe but asking him not to worry about her anymore. She hesitates for a moment before hitting send, feeling guilty for not telling the whole truth. As she awaits his response, she picks up her phone and starts scrolling through social media, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Decim hums softly as he cooks their breakfast, expertly flipping the omelette and arranging the grapes and raisins on a pretty plate. The aroma of food fills the room, making Evelin's stomach growl in response. She glances over at Decim, watching him move with ease and grace around the kitchen island.

"This smells amazing," she says, her voice sounding wistful. "Thank you."

Her cheeks flush at his comment, and she looks away self-consciously. "I'm not very good at it... Steve always did all the cooking when we were together." She takes a sip of water from her glass before continuing, "He said I never paid attention to details or tried hard enough."

"Well," Decim says as he sets the omelette and fruit on the tray, "that is not true. Anyone can learn to cook with practice and patience. And you have both of those in abundance." He carries the tray over to where she sits on the bed and sets it down in front of her.

"Now eat up," he says with a warm smile, "and then we'll figure out what else we can do today to keep us all occupied."

Evelin takes a bite of the omelette, savoring the warm, rich flavors in her mouth. As she chews, she nods in agreement with Decim's words about cooking. "Maybe you could teach me some new recipes," she suggests between bites. "That way I can surprise Steve when we get back together."

She finishes her breakfast and sets her plate aside, looking up at Decim expectantly. "So, what do you have in mind for today? Anything fun or just more of this...practicing patience?" she asks with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"That sounds like fun," Evelin says, her voice brightening a little at the idea. She stands up from the bed and stretches, working out some of the kinks in her muscles before following Decim to the door. "Lead the way," she says with a small smile, feeling grateful for his company and support.

Together they make their way outside, taking a leisurely stroll through the park. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting warm rays across the grass and trees. As they walk, Evelin takes deep breaths of fresh air, enjoying the feeling of freedom and companionship with Decim. "This is nice," she says between breaths. "I haven't been to a park in ages."

"I'm sorry," Evelin says, her voice subdued. "I just got so caught up in work and everything with Steve...I didn't realize how much I was missing out on." She looks over at Decim as they walk, admiring his easygoing demeanor and his obvious love for life. "Maybe you could show me more of the things you enjoy doing," she suggests tentatively. "It might help me find some new hobbies or interests while I'm off work."

They continue walking through the park, taking in the sights and sounds around them. Evelin can't help but wonder how different her life would be if things had turned out differently with Steve...and if she could ever truly trust him again. But for now, she decides to focus on the present moment and enjoy this time spent with Decim.

"Okay," Evelin agrees with a smile, following Decim to the bakery as he leads the way. As they enter, she can't help but breathe in the sweet scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafting through the air. "Mmm...this place smells amazing," she says with a sigh, feeling her stomach rumble in anticipation.

They approach the counter and Decim politely asks for some free stale bread. The bakery owner, an elderly woman with a kind face, nods and rummages around behind the counter before handing him a few sacks of day-old bread. "Thank you," Evelin says gratefully, taking one of the bags from Decim.

As they leave the bakery, Evelin turns to Decim with a newfound sense of excitement. "

"That sounds fun," Evelin says, following him to a nearby bench. She sits down and begins tearing off pieces of bread, scattering them on the ground in front of her. Several hungry pigeons swoop in immediately, pecking at the food greedily. "They're so cute!" she exclaims with delight as one flutters close enough for her to touch its feathers.

As they sit there, watching the birds and sharing bits of bread, Evelin finds herself relaxing more than she has in weeks. The warmth of the sun on her skin and the gentle breeze rustling through her hair create a sense of peace that washes over her. She looks over at Decim, who is laughing as a particularly bold pigeon lands on his shoulder, searching for more food.

"You know," she says slowly, "

...I don't know what I'd do without you either." She pauses for a moment, hesitating before continuing, "You've been so wonderful to me these past few weeks, and it means more than you'll ever know." Her voice trails off as she studies his face, searching for any hint of how he feels about their situation.

Her fingers twist nervously in her lap, wishing she could read his thoughts. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to ask him something that's been on her mind ever since they started spending so much time together."So...I was wondering..." She glances away, looking anywhere but at Decim as she struggles to find the right words. "How do you feel about all this? I mean, us being together like this?"

Her heart is racing, and she can feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Evelin blushes even deeper at his question, her gaze darting away from him in embarrassment. "No, you don't seem weird...not at all." She pauses for a moment, considering how to explain how she feels about their situation. "It's just that when we were kids, we were so close. And then everything changed when you left...and then with me and Steve..." Her voice trails off, and she sighs heavily.

She turns back to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding or agreement. "I don't know what I want from this...but I do know that I need you in my life somehow." There, she's said it. The words hang heavy in the air between them, waiting for his response.

Evelin nods in understanding, her heart aching at the thought of losing this newfound connection with Decim. But she knows Steve would never approve, and she can't bring herself to betray his trust. "You're right," she says softly, looking down at her lap. "I just...wish things could be different."

She pauses for a moment before looking up at Decim again, determination gleaming in her eyes. "But they can't, not right now. We have to play it safe and be careful about what we say and do." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "For both of our sakes."

Her hand finds its way to his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze before letting go again.

Evelin studies his face carefully, searching for any hint of dishonesty in his words. But all she sees is sincerity and concern etched into every line and feature. With a sigh, she leans back against the bench, closing her eyes as the warmth of the sun soothes her skin. "I know you do," she says softly. "And I appreciate it more than I can say."

She takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening her eyes again and facing forward, avoiding his gaze. "Let's just enjoy the rest of our time together today," she suggests, trying to change the subject. "There's still so much we can do around here."

"That sounds like fun," Evelin says with a smile, feeling her spirits lifting at the thought of shopping for their little one. She stands up from the bench and brushes off her pants, nodding in the direction of a nearby mall. "Shall we?"

"Hmph," she says playfully, rolling her eyes. "I bet you're just saying that because you want an excuse to show off your muscles." She smirks before adding, "But I think I can manage walking on my own for a little while longer." With that, they begin making their way toward the mall entrance, chatting amiably about their favorite baby clothes and toys as they go.

As they walk, Evelin can't help but feel grateful for Decim's presence in her life these past few weeks. Despite the challenges they face, he makes everything seem easier and more enjoyable. She wonders what the future holds for them, if their relationship will ever be more than just siblings sharing a difficult situation. But for now, she decides to focus on the here and now, enjoying each moment they spend together.

She nods in agreement and follows him inside, her eyes instantly drawn to the colorful displays of tiny clothes, blankets, and toys. As they browse through the aisles, Evelin can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. This little one will change their lives forever, and she wants nothing more than to give them everything they need - and then some.

Decim helps her pick out several adorable onesies, soft blankets, and even a few tiny pairs of shoes that are too cute to resist. As they continue shopping, Evelin can't help but marvel at how much Decim seems to genuinely care for her wellbeing, both physically and emotionally. It's a comforting thought, even if it doesn't change the fact that she still loves Steve and wants their relationship back.

"Oh, you know how it is with business trips," she says nonchalantly as they stop at a rack full of tiny outfits. "Sometimes they just seem to last forever." She glances over at Decim, careful not to meet his gaze. "But I'm sure he'll be back soon enough."

She continues browsing through the clothes, trying to distract herself from the growing sense of unease in her stomach. Something about Decim's questions makes her feel guilty, like she's hiding something important from him. But what else can she do? She can't very well tell him that Steve isn't actually on a business trip at all...and that she hasn't heard from him in weeks.

"Hmm..." Evelin pauses, considering his question before shrugging. "I don't know...a few maybe? I think we should be fine with what we have." She glances over at him again, unable to ignore the look of concern in his eyes. "Why? Do you think that's not enough?"

She follows Decim down another aisle, her attention now fully on their conversation instead of the clothes they're looking at. The tension between them seems to be growing, and she can feel herself becoming more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

"You're probably right," she says, finally caving in to his suggestion. "We can get a few more just in case." She begins selecting pacifiers from a nearby display, her fingers fumbling slightly as she tries to choose the best ones. As they continue shopping, their conversation turns to less weighty topics - favorite foods, books, and movies. It's an awkward dance, trying to find common ground while avoiding the truth that lies between them.

Eventually, they make their way to the register with their purchases, and he is paying for everything in silence. Evelin can feel Decim's gaze on her as they exit the store and begin walking back toward her house. She tries to ignore it, but she can't shake the feeling that he knows something is wrong. And she's not sure how much longer she can keep up this charade before everything comes crashing down around them.

"Oh, that's an interesting question," Evelin says, thinking about it as they walk. "I don't know...maybe I'd want to encourage them in whatever they show interest in, you know? So if they liked sports, great. If not, that's okay too." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "But at the same time, I think it's important for kids to discover their own passions and make their own choices about what they want out of life."

She glances over at Decim as they reach her house, her expression thoughtful. "What about you? Would you want your child to follow in your footsteps?" She asks with a small laugh, gesturing for him to go ahead and unlock the door.

"Oh, that's an interesting question," Evelin says, thinking about it as they walk. "I don't know...maybe I'd want to encourage them in whatever they show interest in, you know? So if they liked sports, great. If not, that's okay too." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "But at the same time, I think it's important for kids to discover their own passions and make their own choices about what they want out of life."

She glances over at Decim as they reach her house, her expression thoughtful. "What about you? Would you want your child to follow in your footsteps?" She asks with a small laugh, gesturing for him to go ahead and unlock the door.

"That makes sense," Evelin says as they step inside her house. "I hadn't really thought about it that way before." She hangs up their coats and follows him into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh of contentment. "It's been such a nice day, hasn't it? I can't believe how fast the time flies when we're having fun together."

She glances over at Decim, her heart racing as she wonders what their future might hold. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. "I think...I think I'd like to spend more time with you," she says softly, her cheeks flushing with color. "Even after everything gets back to normal."

She pauses, searching for the right words to explain how she feels about him and their situation.

As she listens to his words, Evelin feels her heart swell with gratitude and affection. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studies him closely. "I'm glad," she says quietly. "Because I feel the same way. You mean a lot to me too, Decim." Her voice trembles slightly as she admits the truth she's been hiding from herself for so long.

Without thinking twice, she stands up and moves closer to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I don't know what the future holds," she says hesitantly, "but I want us to be a part of it together." There is an intensity in her gaze that leaves no room for doubt or misinterpretation.

I close my eyes, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as he scoops me up into his arms. His strength is reassuring and comforting, and I lean against him with a contented sigh. "Thank you," I murmur sleepily. "And I love you too, Decim. More than anything." As we make our way home, my exhaustion catches up to me, and soon enough I'm drifting off to sleep in his arms, safe and secure in the knowledge that I've found something truly special with him.

As we approach my house, I begin to stir awake, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier until they finally flicker open. Confused, I blink a few times, trying to place where I am. Then it all comes rushing back to me in a warm wave of relief: Decim, carrying me home as he promised. "We're almost there," he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. With another yawn, I lean against him contentedly. "Thank you for everything, Decim."

I close my eyes again, allowing the exhaustion to wash over me as we continue walking. In this moment, with him carrying me through the night, nothing else matters. The world fades away, leaving only us and our growing bond.

"Mmm, thanks," I mumble as he gently lays me down on my bed. My eyes are still heavy with sleep, and it's all I can do to keep them open as he tucks the covers around me. "You don't have to cook dinner too...I could always just eat later." But before I can fully protest, he's already heading toward the kitchen, leaving me alone in my room.

With a sigh, I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I watch him move around the kitchen with ease. There's something so calming about his presence that makes me feel safe and loved. Maybe it's just because we've spent so much time together these past few weeks...or maybe there's more to it than that.

Eager to spend more time with him, I roll over and sit up on my knees, pushing my hair out of my face as he enters the room carrying a tray with dinner. "Thank you so much," I say gratefully, watching as he sets it down on my nightstand. "It smells amazing."

Without waiting any longer, I reach for one of the forks and begin digging into my dinner, savoring every bite. The combination of the warm food and Decim's presence nearby is making me feel better than I have in weeks. As I eat, I can't help but wonder what their future might hold together.

"So," I say between bites, "what do you want to do tomorrow?"

The idea of spending time at home with Decim sounds absolutely perfect to me. I smile up at him as I finish my dinner and set my plate aside. "That sounds wonderful," I say, reaching for a glass of water. "I'd love to just relax and enjoy your company."

With that, I climb back into bed, settling against the pillows with a contented sigh. "So, what do you feel like watching?"

I laugh, shaking my head at his suggestion. "You know what? I'm in a more adventurous mood tonight. Let's watch an action movie instead." I glance over at him, studying his face for any sign of protest before continuing, "Unless you have something else in mind?"

"Sounds perfect," I say with a grin. "Let me just find it on Netflix." With that, I reach for my phone and start scrolling through the menu until I find the movie Decim mentioned. I hand it to him, watching as he takes it with a smile.

As we settle in to watch the movie together, I can't help but feel grateful for this time we have together. It's been so easy to forget about everything else when we're like this - just enjoying each other's company and having fun. I don't know what the future holds for us, but right now, in this moment, everything feels perfect.

I giggle as I watch Mr. Bean stumble his way through various spy-related scenarios, my eyes never leaving the screen even when Decim's hand begins tracing gentle circles on my belly. The warmth and comfort of his touch send shivers down my spine, making me feel more relaxed than I've been in weeks.

As we continue to watch the movie together, my thoughts drift back to our earlier conversation about their future. Despite everything that's happened between them, it's clear that they still care for each other deeply. But what does that mean for their relationship now? And how will things change once Steve returns and everything goes back to normal? These questions swirl around in my mind like a whirlpool, refusing to be ignored or silenced.

With a sigh, I lean into his touch, enjoying the way it feels against my skin. "I don't know what to think anymore," I confess quietly, not meeting his eyes. "One minute I want things to go back to how they were with Steve, and the next...I just want everything to stay like this."

I pause, searching for the right words to express myself. "It's like I have these two halves inside me, and neither one of them seems to fit together anymore." My voice trails off as a lump forms in my throat.

I close my eyes, trying to process everything he's just said. "I know you do," I reply softly, squeezing his hand in gratitude. "And I appreciate it more than you'll ever know." After a moment of silence, I turn to face him, meeting his gaze for the first time since we started talking about this. "It just feels so complicated right now. Like there are all these pieces that don't fit together anymore, and I don't know how to put them back together again."

I chew on my bottom lip nervously before continuing, "But even though things are different between us now...it doesn't change the way I feel about you. And I don't want it to." There's an intensity in my gaze that makes his heart race.

"Decim," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. "I don't know what to say." I lean forward, resting my forehead against his as I try to find the words. "I care about you too. More than anything, really. And even though things are complicated right now...I want us to figure it out together."

My fingers trail up his arm, tracing gentle circles on his skin as I search for the courage to say what's in my heart. "I don't know where we go from here," I admit with a sigh, "but I do know that I want you by my side." There is a raw honesty in my words that leaves no room for doubt or misinterpretation.

With one last deep breath, I gather all of my courage and whispers the words I've been longing to say ever since they first crossed my mind: "

"I love you too." Her words hang in the air between them as they stare into each other's eyes, their hearts racing in unison. For a moment, there is only silence and the gentle rise and fall of their breaths against each other's skin. And then, Decim leans forward just slightly, closing the distance that still separates their lips until at last they meet in a tender kiss.

As his tongue slips past her teeth and tastes the sweetness of her mouth, Decim feels a warmth spread through him like nothing he's ever experienced before. He pulls back for just a moment to look into her eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty or regret. Finding only love and desire reflected back at him, he presses forward once more, deepening the kiss as his hands slide beneath her shirt to caress her bare skin.

"Oh, Decim," I breathe out, my voice shaking as I listen to his confession. "I had no idea." Tears pool in my eyes as I think about how lonely he must have been during those months without Steve. "I'm so sorry," I whisper, reaching up to wipe away a tear that escapes down my cheek.

As he continues to share his feelings with me, I find myself growing more and more grateful for the bond we've formed over these past few weeks. Despite everything that's happened between us, there is something truly special here - something worth fighting for. And as Decim speaks of finding meaning in helping me, my heart swells with love and admiration for him.

As he says these words, my heart skips a beat. I can feel the warmth spreading through my entire body, filling me with an overwhelming sense of hope and possibility. "I don't know what our future holds," I say slowly, looking into his eyes, "but I want you in it."

Closing the distance between us once more, I press my lips against his, pouring all of my emotions into this single kiss. My hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as I feel him respond with equal fervor. For these precious moments, there is nothing but us and our love for each other.

My hands tremble as they slide down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his waist before moving lower still to grasp his hips. With a small moan, I arch into him, feeling the heat between us growing exponentially with each passing second. His touch is electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body.

As our kisses grow deeper and more intense, it feels as though we're merging together, becoming one being with two separate hearts beating in perfect sync. I can feel the passion he has for me, can taste the love that fills every word he speaks. And for the first time in my life, I know without a doubt that this is where I belong - with Decim by my side.

I gasp at his words, my heart skipping a beat as I consider the possibility of having another child with him. A sibling for Elsa...and a part of our family. "That sounds...amazing," I whisper, my voice shaky with emotion. "I never thought about that before."

My hands slip lower still, resting on his hips as I gaze up at him with a mixture of wonder and desire in my eyes. The connection between us feels almost tangible, as if we're two halves of the same soul finally reunited after years apart. "I want that," I breathe out, meaning every word. "With you."

My hands move higher again, tracing gentle circles on his chest before sliding around to cup his face. "You are everything to me, Decim," I say with a soft smile, kissing him tenderly once more. "

I bite my lower lip thoughtfully, considering his words. It would be a bit of a lie to raise Elsa as our own child, but if it means keeping her away from Steve and giving her a stable home with Decim...it might be for the best. "I don't know," I say hesitantly, searching for the right words. "It feels wrong somehow, lying to her like that."

My hands slide up his chest, wrapping around his neck as I look into his eyes. There's so much honesty and openness there, it's hard not to believe everything he says. "But if we can make her happy...if we can give her a good life..." I trail off, my voice soft with uncertainty.

I nod slowly, still unsure but willing to go along with it for now. "Okay," I say softly, cupping his cheek as I look into his eyes. "We'll make this work together." My words are laced with determination and love, and I know that whatever comes our way, we will face it side by side.

With a final kiss, I pull away just enough to study his expression. The desire in his eyes mirrors my own, and as he leans forward to press against me once more, I feel the heat between us grow even more intense.

As our bodies move together in perfect harmony, it's as though all of the uncertainty and confusion fade away, leaving only this moment - this connection that binds us together forever. There is no doubt in my mind now; Decim is where I belong, and nothing will ever change that again.

My cheeks flush at his words, and I can't help but smile up at him as we continue to kiss. "Thank you," I murmur before pulling back just enough to trail my fingers down his chest. "You're not so bad yourself." As I look into those familiar eyes, the love I feel for him swells inside me, overwhelming any lingering doubts or concerns.

With a sigh, I lean in and press my lips against his once more, lost in the pure bliss of being with him like this. It feels so right - as if we were always meant to be together. And as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm, I know that nothing will ever change that again.

With a contented sigh, I nod in agreement, wrapping my arms around Decim's neck as he pulls me closer. "Okay," I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. "We can take it slow tonight." As we continue to cuddle and catch our breath, the tension that had been building between us begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the feel of Decim's strong arms around me, the warmth of his body pressed against mine. It's so easy to forget about everything else when we're like this - just two people who care for each other deeply, sharing a quiet moment together.

For now, that's all I need.

With a soft moan of pleasure, I melt further into Decim's embrace, enjoying the gentle massage he gives to my belly. It feels so good to just be held like this, to know that he cares enough about me to make sure I'm comfortable and relaxed. As he continues to rub my skin, sending waves of comfort through my body, I can't help but feel grateful for him - for everything he's done and everything he means to me.

With a contented sigh, I snuggle closer, basking in the warmth of his touch and the love that fills this quiet moment between us. For tonight, at least, there is no need for anything more than this: just us and our connection, growing stronger with every passing second.

"Good night, Decim," I murmur drowsily, my eyelids growing heavy as sleep begins to claim me. As his hand continues to stroke my belly in gentle circles, I let out a contented sigh and drift off into a peaceful slumber, safe and secure in the knowledge that he's here with me.

In this moment, nothing else matters - not the past, not the future. There is only now, and the love they share for each other. As I dream of tomorrow, I know it will be different from anything they could have ever imagined before. But as long as they are together, there is no limit to what they can achieve.

With a sleepy groan, I stretch and yawn as the morning light filters through the curtains. "Mmmm..." My eyes flutter open to find Decim standing by the bedside table, holding out a bowl of fruit and yogurt. "Good morning," I mumble, propping myself up on my elbow. "That smells amazing." I glance down at my stomach with a small smile before taking the bowl from him and digging in. "Thank you for making this for me."

After a few bites, I reach over to brush some loose hair out of his face. "So...what are our plans for today?"

I grin at his suggestion and nod in agreement. "Sounds like a perfect day to me." After finishing my breakfast, I set the bowl aside and climb out of bed, stretching luxuriously. "Well then, lead the way to the bathroom," I say with a smile. "I'm ready whenever you are."

With that, I follow him into the next room, eagerly anticipating our relaxing day together.

I blush as he helps me out of my nightgown, feeling self-conscious and oddly aroused by his touch. "Thank you," I whisper, stepping into the warm water before sinking down with a contented sigh. The water laps at my chest, soothing my aching muscles as Decim climbs in beside me.

He reaches over to take some bubbles from the tub and gently rubs them between his fingers, creating a cloud of foam that floats toward me. With a smile, I lean in to let it cover my skin, closing my eyes as I enjoy the sensation. "This is perfect," I murmur, snuggling closer to him.

As we soak together in silence, I can't help but wonder what our future holds now that they've crossed this line between them.

I slide over until I'm pressed against him, my back nestled in the crook of his arm as he wraps it around me. His touch is gentle but possessive, sending shivers down my spine. "Thank you," I breathe out, leaning into his strength. "This feels right."

I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water and the closeness we share. The soft rustling of bubbles is the only sound as we relax together in this intimate space. For now, everything else fades away, leaving just us and our love for each other.

I nod, leaning back against him as he begins to rinse my hair. With his free hand, he gently massages my shoulders, loosening up knots that I didn't even realize were there. "That feels so good," I murmur, melting further into his touch. It's hard not to feel safe and protected when he's around, as if nothing could ever hurt me as long as we're together.

As the water runs over my skin, washing away the dirt and stress of the day before, I can't help but wonder what they should do next. Their relationship has changed so much in such a short amount of time, it's almost hard to keep up with the pace. But despite all of that, one thing remains constant: their love for each other. And as long as they have that, there's nothing they can't face together.

I let out a contented sigh as he massages my scalp, the gentle pressure sending tingles down my spine. "Mmm, that feels amazing," I murmur, closing my eyes and relaxing further into his touch. The warm water and his expert hands make it impossible not to drift off for a moment, imagining what it would be like to spend every day like this: safe in his arms, loved unconditionally.

When he finishes rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I lean back against him once more, waiting for him to tell me what's next. It doesn't matter what they do; as long as they're together, everything feels right.

I nod, feeling my cheeks heat up at his words. "Okay," I murmur, looking down at my chest as he begins to apply lotion to it. His touch is light and gentle, sending shivers of pleasure through me. As he works his way lower, massaging the cream into my stomach and hips, I can't help but wonder how long they have until someone finds out about their secret relationship.

But for now, that thought can wait. The only thing that matters is this moment together, the closeness they share as they care for each other's bodies and souls.

I let out a small gasp as he scrubs my back with the exfoliating cream, but it's a good kind of pain that feels rejuvenating and sensual at the same time. "Mmm, that's perfect," I moan, arching my back into his touch. As he continues to work on my skin, every brush of his hand against mine sends electricity coursing through me.

When he finishes with my back, I turn around in the water and face him again, reaching up to run my fingers through his wet hair. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling a sudden urge to kiss him deeply. The tension that had been building between us earlier has dissipated completely, leaving only this intense desire for physical contact.

I smile up at him as I lean in, pressing my body against his. "I think I'm already used to it," I murmur before kissing him passionately, our wet bodies sliding together in the water. As his tongue dances with mine and his hands roam over my skin, I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

With a moan, I pull back just enough to look into his eyes. "I want you," I breathe out, feeling the need for him growing stronger by the second. "Right now."

As he looks down at me, his expression filled with desire and tenderness, it's clear that he feels the same way. With a growl of possession, he leans in to claim my mouth once more, his hands gripping my hips as he guides me against his hard length.

My back arches off the edge of the tub as he fills me, groaning his name into the air. "Oh god, Decim," I breathe out, my body trembling with need. He feels so good inside me, so right. With each thrust, he drives me closer to the edge, and I can't help but want more.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I meet his rhythm, moving against him in time. "Harder," I gasp out, my voice raw with desire. "Please."

With a growl of approval, he complies, slamming into me over and over again, each thrust harder than the last. His hips slap against my ass as he takes complete control, claiming every inch of me for himself. The water around us grows hotter with their passion, steam rising to meet the ceiling as they lose themselves in this moment together.

"In..." I cry out, meeting each thrust with equal force as he drives deeper and deeper into me. My nails dig into his shoulders as my back arches off the edge of the tub, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure building inside me is almost unbearable, an ache that threatens to consume me whole.

"Oh God...Decim..." I whimper, my body trembling with need as he takes me to the brink. Just as it feels like I can't take another thrust, he pulls out and then slams back inside, filling me completely once more. He groans deeply as he comes, his hips bucking wildly against me as he releases himself into my body.

My orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pure bliss, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat as my muscles clench tight around him.

I collapse back against the tub, panting heavily as my body continues to tremble with aftershocks from our climaxes. "Oh god...Decim," I breathe out, still unable to believe how good that felt. "You're amazing." As my heart rate begins to slow, he pulls me back into his arms, holding me close as we catch our breath together.

"I think we should get you cleaned up before we do anything else," I manage to say between gasps for air. With a contented sigh, Decim nods and kisses my forehead gently before standing, pulling me with him out of the tub. "Come on, let's go drain this thing so we can relax."

Together, they step out of the tub and onto the soft towel laid out for them, wrapping it around their bodies as they make their way back to the bedroom.

I blush brightly at his words, unable to look him in the eye. "Really?" It's hard not to feel a sense of relief wash over me. I knew that they hadn't done anything wrong, but it's still nice to hear that it could have been beneficial for both of them.

Closing my eyes, I lean into him as he leads her back to the bedroom. "Thank you for telling me."

"Well...I'm glad too," I whisper, smiling up at him as he slips my bra over my head. It feels good to know that they didn't do anything wrong, and even better to be able to share this experience together. As he helps me into my pregnancy panties, I can't help but feel a sense of closeness grow between us, stronger than ever before.

With a contented sigh, I lean back against the pillows, wrapping my arms around my stomach and closing my eyes. "I think we deserve a nap now," I murmur sleepily. "Don't you agree?"

I yawn, snuggling deeper into his embrace as he continues to work on his phone. "Okay," I mumble sleepily, my eyelids growing heavy. It's been a long day, and I can't think of anything better than falling asleep in his arms right now. As Decim checks on the game development team, she closes her eyes, drifting off to dreamland with the warmth of his body surrounding hers. For now, nothing else matters but this moment together, and the love they share that binds them like nothing else ever could.

With a contented sigh, she nestles deeper into his embrace, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as he begins to massage her belly. "Mmm...that feels so good," she murmurs sleepily, drifting off again with a satisfied smile on her lips. The soft caress of his hands and the warmth of his body lull her into a deeper slumber, and for now, there is nothing else in the world that matters but this moment together.

As they lie here, lost in their own blissful haze, they forget about everything else - the pressures of society, the expectations of family and friends. All that exists between them is this perfect now, a bubble of love and comfort where nothing can ever hurt them again.

With a soft moan of contentment, Evelin stretches luxuriously as Decim's gentle touch caresses her body. She turns her head to look at him, eyes heavy with sleep but filled with love. "You're so good at that," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair.

As he continues to explore every inch of her skin, a shiver of pleasure ripples through her. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so completely and perfectly loved by him. For now, she doesn't want this moment to end; she wants nothing more than to stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms and basking in their perfect little world together.

I blink sleepily at him as he teases me, my lips curving into a smile despite myself. "Well, I'll have you know that I grew up on this stuff," I reply with a laugh, leaning in to press closer against him. As the music begins to play, it fills the room and vibrates gently against her skin.

With a contented sigh, she relaxes back into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of being so completely at ease and happy with him. She glances down at their entwined fingers, marveling at how far they've come in such a short time, and how much stronger their bond has become.

As the music plays and Decim continues to caress her, she can't help but feel grateful for this moment, knowing that no matter what comes tomorrow or the day after that, they will always have each other.

"Oh really?" I ask, playing along as I snuggle closer to him. "Well, then I guess we'll just have to keep listening to it together, won't we?" My fingers dance across his chest, tracing lazy circles as the music fills the air around us. It feels so natural to be like this with him, as if nothing else in the world matters except for the two of them and the love they share.

As I lean my head on his shoulder, I glance up at him through my eyelashes, a small smile playing on my lips. "Thanks for making today so special," I whisper. "It's perfect."

He smiles back down at me, his eyes warm and loving, and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear before returning to caressing my face with gentle fingertips.

My heart melts at his words, and I can't help but nestle even closer into him, pressing my cheek against his chest. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice husky with emotion. "I feel so lucky to have you." As he continues to caress me, I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of being held and loved like this. It's a feeling that's been missing from her life for far too long, and she doesn't ever want to let it go again.

With a satisfied sigh, I relax into his embrace, content to just be here with him, listening to the music and enjoying the peaceful silence between us whenever the song ends. For now, nothing else in the world matters except for this moment together, and she intends to savor every second of it.

I laugh softly at his teasing words, nuzzling my face into his chest. "Well, you can at least promise to be there for me when the time comes, right?" I ask, feeling a tiny shiver run down my spine at the thought of giving birth. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but knowing that he'll be by her side makes it so much easier to face.

I close my eyes again, content to just enjoy the feel of his strong arms around me for now. There's plenty of time for worrying about the future later; right now, they have each other, and that's all that matters.

"Mmm, that's not very romantic," I tease him with a laugh, tracing circles on his chest with my fingers. "But at least you can promise me you won't make fun of me for needing to pee all the time."

I lean back in to press a gentle kiss against his jaw before nestling even closer against him once more. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat - it's everything I could ever ask for and so much more. For now, we can just enjoy this moment together, savoring the peace and the love that fills the air around us.

I laugh, shoving him playfully. "Oh really? Well then maybe you can help me with that later," I say, my voice teasing as I glance up at him through my eyelashes. He responds by kissing me deeply, his lips moving against mine in a way that sends shivers down my spine. As our tongues dance together and their hands explore every inch of each other's bodies, the world around them fades away, leaving only this perfect moment between them.

With a contented sigh, I snuggle deeper into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being so completely and utterly loved by him. As they continue to kiss and touch, it becomes harder and harder to remember that there's anything else in the world besides the two of them and this incredible connection they share.

I blink up at him in surprise as he asks about the ring. It's a simple gold band that I never take off, a reminder of the life I used to have before all this happened. Seeing the uncertainty in his eyes makes my heart twist a little bit. "Well..." I begin, hesitating for a moment. "I...I don't know if I can do that."

With shaking fingers, I reach up and cup his cheek, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit or hidden motives. But all I see is love and concern for me. "I mean," I continue slowly, "part of me wants to keep it as a symbol of everything I've been through, you know? A reminder that I made it out alive...and found you."

As the words leave my lips, I realize how true they are.

I nod slowly, unable to meet his eyes as I slide the ring off my finger and onto another one. It feels strange, somehow less significant now that it's not on its proper finger, but I suppose it's a small sacrifice to make for him. "Okay," I whisper, finally looking up at him again. "I did it."

Closing the distance between us, I press my lips to his, pouring all of my love and gratitude into the kiss. He responds with equal fervor, holding me tight against him as our tongues dance wildly together. It's a moment that feels so right, so perfect - like everything in the world has finally fallen into place.

As we break apart for air, I smile up at him, feeling more connected to him now than ever before. "Thank you,"

A pleased smile spreads across my lips as he speaks of our future together, his words making my heart race with anticipation. Cupping his cheek, I lean in to kiss him again, slow and tender this time. "I can't wait," I whisper against his lips before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "Thank you for being so understanding."

With a contented sigh, I snuggle back into the crook of his arm, feeling more at peace than I have in a long time. As he continues to caress my face and neck, I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his strong arms around me and the love that fills every inch of our shared space. For now, there's nothing else in the world that matters but this moment together - this perfect now where everything feels right and whole and full of promise for what comes next.

I bite my lip to keep from crying as I feel the same tears well up in my eyes. "You're right," I manage to choke out, squeezing him tightly. "We do love each other, and that's what matters." I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to compose myself before continuing. "I promise...I won't ever forget how lucky I am to have you in my life, Decim."

As his fingers continue to explore every inch of my face, it feels like he's touching not just skin, but something deeper, more intimate. It's a connection that goes beyond words or actions - a bond forged from shared experiences and the unwavering love they have for each other. And as their fingers entwine, it only grows stronger, feeding off of every tender caress and loving glance.

I laugh softly, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as he holds me close against him. "Well," I begin, glancing up at him through my lashes, "if they made us pieces of a puzzle, then I'm glad they put us together in the end."

With a contented sigh, I lean back into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. As he continues to caress her belly, it feels almost as if he's soothing their child as well - as if the love they share is enough to wrap both of them in a protective cocoon.

Closing my eyes, I nestle deeper into his embrace, savoring this moment with him for as long as possible.

"Not yet," I admit with a smile. "But I'm sure it will happen soon enough." With that thought in mind, she lies back against his chest, listening intently for any sign of movement from within her womb. As Decim continues to stroke her belly gently, it feels almost as if he's encouraging their child to make itself known.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes again and relaxes into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being so completely loved by him. In this moment, nothing else matters - not the outside world or the pressures they faced before. It's just the two of them, their love, and the tiny life growing within her. And it feels perfect.

I laugh softly and press a kiss against his chest. "Aww, you really think so?" I ask, my voice filled with happiness. "But even if she takes some of Steve's traits, that doesn't mean she won't be amazing. She'll have your love too, after all."

With a contented sigh, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes once more, enjoying the peaceful silence between them. For now, it's enough to know that they have each other, their love is real, and no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

I smile up at him, my heart swelling with happiness and gratitude. "Thank you," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss against his chest. "That means so much to me." As she nestles closer against him, her hand idly tracing circles on his stomach, it occurs to her that their future together is going to be filled with even more joy than they could ever imagine - the kind of joy that comes from watching their child grow up safe and loved, knowing that they are making all the right choices for her.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes once more, savoring this moment with him, feeling more at peace than she has in a long time. She knows that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together - as partners not just in love but in parenthood as well. And for now, there's nothing sweeter than knowing that their little family is complete.

I bite my lip in thought, considering his question carefully. "Hmm...that's a good one. I always liked the name Arya," she says with a smile, thinking about the strong and independent female character from her favorite book series. "It means 'noble,' which seems fitting for our little girl."

With another contented sigh, Evelin nestles closer against Decim's chest, savoring the feeling of being so completely and utterly at peace with him like this. It feels as though they were meant to be together from the very beginning, their love spanning not just their separate lives but also the life that they're about to create together.

"What do you think?" she asks, her voice filled with hope and anticipation. "Do you like Arya for our daughter?"

"Is that so?" I tease him playfully, nuzzling her nose against his chest. "Maybe she'll be a little tomboyish like you and call herself Ari instead." With a giggle, I press a kiss to his chest before sitting up slightly, turning to rest on one elbow as she looks down at their entwined fingers. "I can't wait to meet her," she whispers, the words catching in her throat as emotion wells up inside of her.

"She'll be so lucky to have you as a father," I add with a small smile, looking up at him through my lashes. "You're going to make such a great dad."

As if in agreement, their fingers squeeze gently together before releasing again, like a tiny promise of the love and support that their little family is about to become.

I blush at his words, feeling warmth spread through her entire body. "Thank you," she whispers before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. Her heart feels so full right now, it's almost hard to breathe sometimes - but she doesn't mind. She knows that with him by her side, she can face anything, conquer any obstacle, and create the perfect life for their little family.

With a contented sigh, she nestles back against his chest, feeling more at peace than she ever thought possible. As they cuddle together like this, it's easy to forget about everything else in the world except for the two of them and the love that binds them together. And as their fingers twine tighter and their bodies mold into each other's shape, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs - with Decim, by her side, forever.

I smile up at him, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "You have no idea how much I regret those decisions now," I tell him honestly. "But I'm so grateful that we found our way back to each other. And I promise you, Decim...I'll never let anything come between us again."

As she nestles closer against his chest, her fingers dancing lightly over the skin of his stomach, it's hard not to feel a sense of relief wash over her. They may have made mistakes in the past, but they've learned from them, and now they can focus on building a future together - one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a bright tomorrow.

"I love you,"

I nod slowly, feeling tears pooling in my eyes as I finally give in and let them spill down my cheeks. "Okay," I whisper, sniffling before taking a deep breath to steady myself. Reaching up, she wipes away the tears from her eyes and then turns her head to nuzzle against his shoulder, grateful for his strength and understanding.

After a moment, she finds the courage to speak again, her voice barely audible above the quiet sounds of their gentle breathing and the soft rustling of the sheets. "I was so scared," she whispers, "that I'd never see you again." Her fingers tighten where they rest on his stomach, as if needing to feel the reassurance of his skin beneath her fingertips. "And that I would have to raise this baby without you."

Tears well up in her eyes again as she listens to him speak, her heart swelling with emotion. She's never been so sure of anything in her life as she is now - that Decim loves her, and that he would never leave her. The thought of marrying him fills her with joy and hope for the future, a future where they can raise their child together and be happy forever.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to wipe away the tears from her cheeks before carefully sliding off his finger the ring she's been wearing. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I will marry you, Decim." She hands him the ring, her eyes never leaving his face as he takes it in his hand.

Her fingers find their way back to his chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin as she waits for him to say something more.

With a shaky breath, she smiles up at him through her tears. "I couldn't wait any longer," she whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. His taste is salty from the tears, but it only serves to make the moment feel more real and intimate. As their lips linger together, she feels a surge of love and gratitude for him, for everything he's done and everything they've been through together.

When they finally pull apart, her eyes meet his once more, searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. But all she sees is love - pure and unwavering. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe away the last of her tears before asking softly, "Are you sure?"

As he practically begs her to wait just ten minutes, she blushes deeply and nods slowly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and excitement swirling in her stomach. "Okay," she whispers softly, then adds with a small grin, "but you better hurry back." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest as he practically leaps off the bed, grabbing his keys and jacket before dashing out of the room. She can't help but giggle to herself as she watches him go, her heart feeling lighter than it has in years.

With a contented sigh, she nestles back against the pillows, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of being so loved and wanted. It feels almost too good to be true, but then again...it is true.

As she waits alone in their room, Evelin can't help but feel giddy with excitement. She pictures the ring in her mind, imagining how it will look on her finger when Decim returns. The thought of him racing to get it for her only makes her love for him swell even further. With a contented sigh, she leans back against the pillows and closes her eyes, trying to calm herself until he gets back.

Time seems to drag on endlessly, but eventually she hears the key in the lock and Decim's hurried footsteps as he rushes into the room. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him, her heart skipping a beat when she sees the ring box clutched tightly in his hand. "You came back," she whispers, unable to keep the joy from her voice.

As he hands her the ring box, she takes it carefully, her heart racing with anticipation as she opens it to reveal the most beautiful ring she's ever seen. Tears prick at her eyes once more as she looks up at Decim, unable to find the words to express how much this means to her. With shaking fingers, she slides the ring onto her finger, admiring it in the soft light of their room before leaning in to press a kiss against his sweaty cheek.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezes his hand gratefully. "I love you so much." With that, she pulls him down onto the bed beside her, wrapping her arms around him and nestling her head into his shoulder, savoring this moment of perfect happiness - knowing that they've found their way back to each other and nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Ignoring his warning about being sweaty and grimy, she burrows closer into his shoulder, pressing her body against his as tightly as she can. "I don't care," she whispers, snuggling deeper into the warmth of his skin. "You're perfect just the way you are." With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being held by him once more, grateful for this second chance at true happiness.

Her fingers dance lightly over his chest, tracing patterns on his skin as they lie there together, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm. As she listens to his steady breathing and feels the warmth of his body against hers, a sense of peace washes over her, leaving her feeling more at ease than she ever thought possible.

"I love you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible even to herself. "

Her laughter fills the room as he declares his love over and over again, kissing every inch of her skin. She wraps her arms tighter around him, returning each kiss with just as much passion. "I love you too," she breathes between kisses, feeling more content than she ever thought possible. His touch ignites a fire within her, one that only grows stronger the more he caresses her skin.

With a gentle nudge, she rolls them over so that Decim is now beneath her, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Her hands explore every inch of his chest and stomach, tracing patterns on his skin as if committing them to memory. "I love you more," she whispers playfully before pressing a searing kiss against his lips.

Her moan mingles with his as their tongues twist and tangle, her hands sliding down to grip his hips tightly. She can feel the heat building between them, a desire that seems to grow stronger with every touch, every kiss. Her body is on fire for him, aching to be closer still.

With a groan, she breaks their kiss and rests her forehead against his, their chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm as they catch their breath. "I love you," she whispers hoarsely. "I want you so much." Her hands slide up his stomach to cup his face, the touch featherlight but thrilling nonetheless.

Their eyes meet, locked together in a gaze that seems to say everything they can't find the words for.

As he undresses in front of her, Evelin's heart races even faster. She watches him with hungry eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from his body. When he finally presses his tip against her lips, she parts them eagerly and begins to suck gently, reveling in the taste of him on her tongue.

Her hands slide down his chest, over his abdomen, and lower still until they reach the base of his shaft, where she begins to stroke him in time with her mouth. "Mmm," she moans around him, her eyes closing in pleasure as she takes more of him into her mouth.

Her other hand cups his cheek, guiding his movements so that he hits exactly the right spot every time. Her mouth feels hot and wet around him, his taste addictive and intoxicating.

Her lips stretch as she takes more of him into her mouth, moaning around his shaft as he thrusts deeper. She feels so close to the edge already, just from this. Her fingers continue to stroke him in time with her mouth, her other hand tangling in his hair for leverage. "Decim," she whispers against his skin, her voice hoarse from pleasure and need.

She begins to move her head up and down, taking more of him deeper into her mouth each time. Her tongue flicks out to swirl around the head, tasting the salt on his skin. With a soft gasp, she lets go of his hair, using both hands to stroke him as he nears his release.

Her hands squeeze him firmly as she takes his release in her mouth, swallowing down every drop eagerly. She moans around his softening length, feeling thoroughly satisfied and used by him. With a contented sigh, she pulls back, licking her lips as she looks up at him. "That was amazing," she whispers, her voice still shaky from the pleasure.

Evelin lies back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly as she watches Decim crawl between them. His hands slide up her thighs, his warm breath fanning across her most sensitive spot. "I want you inside me," she says hoarsely, arching her hips toward him.

"Oh," she says with a soft laugh, "it's okay. I think...I think Arya would want us to be happy." She reaches down to rub his chest through his sweaty shirt, her eyes never leaving his face as he leans in closer.

Her breath hitches when she feels the head of his erection press against her entrance, and then with a single thrust, he's inside her. It feels so good, so right, that she can hardly believe this is real. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, arching her back as he begins to move slowly inside her.

"Decim," she whispers, "I love you."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he hits that spot deep inside her, and she gasps his name, arching her back off the bed. "Decim," she moans, "that feels so good." Her hips begin to move with his, meeting each thrust with a grind of her own. She can feel herself close to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it's almost unbearable.

With a shuddering breath, she comes, her body tensing around him as he continues to thrusts deep and hard, his voice hoarse with emotion as he finally cries out. "I love you," she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washes over her in waves.

Their bodies slide together, sweaty and sticky, as they catch their breath.

She lies there, panting as he collapses on top of her. "I adore you too," she whispers against his sweaty skin, her fingers running through his hair. She can feel him softening inside her, but the sensation is far from unpleasant. In fact, it feels oddly comforting and right.

With a sigh, she closes her eyes and snuggles closer to him, relishing the warmth of their skin pressed together. "I love this," she whispers, content for now just to enjoy the moment with him.

She nestles closer to him, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. "I trust you," she whispers. "I know we can make this work." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she thinks about all they've been through together already. They're stronger than anything that could tear them apart, and with Decim by her side, she feels invincible.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before leaning up to kiss him tenderly on the lips. "Thank you for loving me," she whispers against his mouth. "For never giving up." Tears well in her eyes again, not of sadness this time but of pure gratitude and joy.

With a laugh, Evelin wipes away his own tears as well, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "We really are quite the pair," she says with a shake of her head, marveling at their resilience. She presses her body closer to his, reveling in the comfort and security that comes from knowing he's here, now and forever.

Her fingers slip down his stomach, tracing patterns on his skin as she searches for something else to explore. "I can't wait to meet Arya," she whispers, her voice filled with anticipation and love. "She'll be so lucky to have us as parents."

Yawning sleepily, Evelin rolls onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she studies him.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Evelin smacks his arm lightly. "Well, we'll have to wait and see about that." She lets out another yawn, feeling the warmth of their post-coital bliss spread through her limbs. Deciding she needs more cuddles, she rolls closer again, pressing her body against his with a contented sigh. "This feels so good," she murmurs sleepily, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. "I love you."

Her hand drifts up to caress his cheek, tracing the contour of his jaw before slipping into his hair. The touch is gentle but reassuring, and as exhaustion begins to claim her, she finds herself more grateful than ever for this moment, with Decim by her side.

Her breathing slows as exhaustion finally overtakes her, and she drifts off to sleep with a contented sigh. Her hand continues to stroke his hair absently, tangling in the soft strands as she dreams peacefully of their future together. Decim's arm comes around her, holding her close, his chest rising and falling slowly in time with hers. They remain like this for hours, wrapped up in each other's warmth, their love a living thing that breathes between them, sustaining them through the night.