Six years had passed since that chaotic day, the day when my life seemed to be teetering on the edge of the abyss. Nick and I had managed to keep our promise: we would always talk, we would always confront obstacles together. After Nick and I started therapy, we began to slowly mend the broken fragments of our lives.
We got married, just as Nick had suggested that day. It was a small but beautiful wedding, surrounded by close friends and family. The journey had been tough, but together, hand in hand, step by step, we overcame every difficulty.
Both of us have finished our respective careers, and I recently started teaching at a school near home. Bad days are almost non-existent in our lives now.
Today, I was standing in front of the window of our new home, watching the midday sun unfold in all its glory. Our laughter filled the air, a sound echoing within the walls of our home, testament to our love and resilience. We had transformed our pain into strength, our trials into triumphs.
I felt Nick approaching from behind, his arms encircling my waist. “Happy anniversary, Sam,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath against my skin. I turned to face him, smiling broadly.
“Happy anniversary, Nick. I love you.”
“And I love you,” he responded, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. It was a simple moment, but filled with love and a shared history of overcoming obstacles.
Instantly, I felt his hands caressing my swollen belly. I’m six months pregnant and we still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy, nor do we have much interest in finding out. We just want them to be healthy.
In that instant, I felt a small movement inside me. A little kick that made me smile. I took Nick’s hand and placed it on my belly. His face lit up with a radiant smile upon feeling the movement.
Despite everything, we had made it.
Yes, we’ve been through a lot. But every battle, every tear, every laugh, and every victory has brought us here. And I wouldn’t change a single second of our history. Because through it all, we’ve always had love, and we always will. And that, to me, is more than enough.
“Do you have papers to grade?” Nick asked while kissing the side of my neck.
“I always have papers to grade,” I assured him, laughing. I knew where his kisses were leading.
“Do you have room for an extra assignment? I can assure you it’ll be worth it.” He bit my earlobe and I shivered in his arms.
“You said the same thing this morning,” I said, trying to sound serious, but let out a moan in the end.
“And wasn’t it worth it?” He turned me around and cornered me against the glass window. Surely, the neighbors would knock on our door again for indecent behavior due to our open curtains.
For some reason, words don’t need to be spoken; we understand each other perfectly without them. Without taking his gaze off me, Nick smiles, a mischievous smile that I know all too well. I can’t help but laugh despite the situation. This is our madness, our love, our beautiful chaos.
“I promise I’ll be quick,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“That’s always a lie,” I reply, matching his smile while I take his face in my hands and press my lips against his.
The taste of his laughter against my lips is sweet and never gets old, I always want more. The kiss intensifies, and for a moment, everything is reduced to Nick and me. The papers I have to grade fade away, the neighbors with the open curtains no longer matter, and the outside world fades into nothingness. All that’s left is the pounding of our hearts, the taste of his lips, and the love that has always united us.
Laughing, we pull apart, panting and with flushed cheeks. He gently pushes me onto the couch and kneels next to me, one knee on either side of my legs. He, as dominant and sexy as always, puts my legs over his shoulders and starts kissing my thighs.
God, today is a perfect day to wear a dress.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Nick says, his head still between my legs and his voice deep and full of emotion. “We should have ten more babies after this one.” His proposition takes me by surprise, but then I laugh.
“Let’s see how we do with the first one, okay?” I tell him, and he nods, although the smile on his face tells me he will definitely bring up this topic again in the future.
A sigh escapes my lips as I feel his expert fingers slide the thin fabric of my panties to the side, revealing my intimacy. I bite my lip, trying to contain a moan. “Nick,” I gasp, my hand clenching his hair as sweet pleasure begins to traverse every fiber of my body.
His low laugh, full of satisfaction, vibrates against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Easy, Sam,” he murmurs, his warm breath against my sensitive skin.
I feel the brush of his lips against my skin, followed by the gentle pressure of his tongue, and my entire body trembles. I grasp the edge of the couch tightly, trying to maintain a foothold in reality while Nick guides me to the edge.
“Nick,” I repeat, my voice nothing more than a broken whisper. My fingers tangle in his hair, tightening every time the pleasure intensifies.
“I love you, Sam,” he whispers, his words filled with a tenderness that makes my heart swell with love for him.
His eyes are locked onto mine, filled with love and unspoken promises. And in that moment, I know I made the right choice six years ago, choosing to stay, choosing to fight for our love.