I felt my womb contract at the thought of carrying his son, a son who would have the same look of mischief about his mouth even in sleep; a son who would be so fierce when it comes to the ones he loved. I hope that's what this all meant, I needed it to be.
I climbed onto the bed and laid my head on the pillow next to his keeping my eyes on his face. It was the first time I'd been able to study him this closely. I know it's not PC to think like this, and he would most likely scoff at me for thinking it, but he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen
I let my eyes travel down from his face. The tattoos begged to be touched, to be traced by my fingers or tongue. My heart raced at the thought and before I could get too carried away I drew my yes from the art that adorned his neck, chest, and arms.