Clarissa fell asleep, still entwined in Max’s embrace, both of them slick with sweat and naked. He gently pulled the covers over their bodies and let her snuggle close to him while he held her, his hand cupping the soft mound of her belly. He laid there, wide awake and gazing at Clarissa’s peaceful face as she sleeps. He was deep in thought. He felt a tiny movement under his hand and he smiled, amazed at the feelings that assailed him, their baby was moving and kicking under his hand.
They laid there together, Clarissa in Max’s arms, for a long time until she finally stirred from her deep sleep. By then it was really late evening and she could feel her hunger gnawing at her. Her stomach growled loudly and Max chuckled at the sound.
“I’ll go wash up and intercom Steward to prepare dinne
