𝐄𝐆𝐎 - 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞́

` 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ’𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 ’

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Long glances and touches that felt different than before you two got married.

Tension was all you felt, and his eyes, felt deeper.

Early morning in your shared home, you were preparing breakfast, humming softly to the soft jazz playing in the background.

You hear a few footsteps from the stairs “Y’making food babe?” he says tiredly, standing behind you, his hands snaking around your waist.

“Bagels.. and coffee how you like.” you say softly, looking back at him gently.

He smiles, looking you in the eyes “D’you want a baby?” he says softly “You’d be a good mom.. just tell me if i’m being pushy” he murmured, kissing your neck softly.

“Uhm.. a baby?” you say softly, looking at the stove as you continue to cook “A baby.. and cmon you’d like it?” he says lovingly, sliding his hands up and down your waist.