Our joining is brief and volatile. It is more a reaffirmation that we are both still alive and somehow made it back, cementing our bond. There is quite the mess on the floor afterwards and we finish washing amidst a comfortable and sated silence that is full of its own quiet communication. As the water cools, Ward pulls me against his chest again, holding me to him. He presses his lips to my shoulder and one hand cups my abdomen.
“I’ve been wanting to hold you like this since I sensed you were with child. Ward whispers against my skin. His fingers stroke the skin of my stomach.
“Whatever for? There are no outward signs as of yet..” I trail off as Ward growls softly.
“Oh no? You haven’t noticed any change in heaviness or coloration here?” He tweaks a breast. I yip and swat his
