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But here we are.
“That smells delicious.” Ella wraps her arms around my waist, and I startle before relaxing into her embrace. Her bump nestles on the top of my buttocks.
My pregnant wife.
“All for you, sweet one.” I say that the reason I make pancakes is for me, but it’s Ella who really loves them. Sugar, lemon, chocolate sauce, and maple syrup, I always ensure there are all her favourites, even when it’s my birthday. Reaching around, I get Ella in front of me, and the stove with the cooking pancakes to the side, and kiss her.
She responds by pressing herself to me, and my body reacts in the way it always does to my wife. Oh god, she’s so perfect.
“You’ll give me a hard-on,” I growl into her ear.
“Oh no, what a terrible thing,” she replies, deadpan. “You might give me another baby.” She smirks.
“Do not tempt me.” I sweep my hand over her hair. “We have to have a nice family breakfast, and now I’m going to be thinking about filling you with sperm and how gorgeous you are pregnant.” I kiss her again, deeply, inhaling her goodness. I want to eat her up, like the best pancake ever.
My family is everything to me, but my wife is the centre of it all. My rock, my sunshine dragon. All I could ever need.
I said as many children as my wife would allow me, and that has turned out to be four, and one more on the way.
So far.
“This afternoon, Ella, I’m going to get the kids off and entertained with their cousins. And then I want a birthday present from you.”
I draw back and look into those hazel eyes of hers, gold flecks sparkling in the morning light.
“My love.” Her voice is patient. “What makes you think I haven’t already planned that?”
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