102. Love And Desire

102. Love And Desire
I opened my eyes to behold the most wonderful sight I could have during all this time.

My wife, the mother of my baby, and the person I loved most on this planet, slept peacefully by my side, wrapped in my embrace.

Now I was sure that heaven must be exactly like what I feel when I see Margaret sleeping beside me.

I moved carefully not to wake her; she had fallen asleep not long ago, and I wanted her to rest.

I took a shower and dressed casually; dark jeans and a blue shirt. I kissed Margaret on the head and went out to put order in our world.

My wife was sexy, beautiful, intelligent, powerful... she had it all, and she was all mine.

I looked up and saw her in the doorway, wearing one of my shirts and her long legs bare. Damn, I already had an erection just from looking at her.

She approached me slowly, skirting the desk, and leaned against it, sensually crossing her legs. I ran my eyes over her body, licking my lips, and looked into her eyes, full of desire and lust.

I wanted her here and now.

"Good morning," she said in a husky voice, "I thought you'd shower with me," she said while caressing her thigh from bottom to top gently.

I swallowed hard.

"I wouldn't mind showering again," I retorted, watching her hand trace circles on her thigh.

"I don't doubt it," she said, sliding her hand between her legs, slowly reaching her tiny black lace panties.

Damn, my cock hurt from the erection I had.

"But what do you think...," she still didn't take her eyes off her fingers tracing the lace of her underwear, until she slipped her hand inside, "...if before the shower, I make you a little dirty, Mr. Ivanov?"

I slumped heavily in the chair backrest, looking her in the eyes.

She was killing me. She drove me crazy.

She was my goddess, and only she knew how to take me to Olympus.

She hugged me tightly when she fell onto me, both satisfied after a very passionate encounter. Sex with my wife had always been a revitalizing and exciting experience.

I had had sex many times throughout my life, but never until tonight had I done what is universally known as "making love," even when I was with Adriana before, it wasn't similar.

I had never felt such a strong connection; it wasn't merely physical, it didn't seem like we were seeking pleasure for both of us at this moment, all I wanted was to love Margaret, nothing I ever felt compared to other women, as if we were one.

I had never been so close to anyone; I had never felt the desire to be able to feel the same for the rest of my life.

And then, still naked, we finished off two boxes of pizza, I had mine with beer but clearly, Margaret only drank juice.

Before seeing her again, I seriously wondered how much Margaret could change physically, dreaming repeatedly of her naked never bothered me, the only thing I could think about was the fear that she would stop responding to me as before.

It turned out there was nothing to fear. Yes, Margaret's body was not the same, but I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't love the new her, something I had the gallantry to express to her several times in bed.

When Margaret could no longer hide her fatigue, I started massaging her scalp, just like I remembered my mother doing with me when I was a child. Apparently, the learning paid off well; Margaret fell asleep after a few minutes, but I couldn't sleep yet.

Today was the most important day, the very day we had been preparing for weeks.

In 3 hours, Arnold Kraus, the head of the White Supremacy Association, was going to die, only a few brothers were going to be part of this hit; among them were Will and Leonid, but without either of them knowing, I had asked Levy for a special favor, the thing I worried about most in the world.

That someone take care of Margaret.

Even when you plan every last detail, even when you go over it hundreds of times, mistakes happen.

Someone could die today because of a mistake. Someone could get hurt.

I looked at Margaret, dressed in a black hoodie that no longer fit me, but for some reason; I could never throw it away. It fit her well; a bit big, but well.

I pressed my lips into a thin line before getting a little closer to her. Careful not to wake her, I pulled the fabric up just enough to expose her belly. Even as I stared at it, it was hard for me to believe that what was there was in the process of becoming a person very soon.

A person who, if something went wrong today, might never get to know.

With my hand almost trembling, a mix of excitement and fear, I touched her belly and ran my fingers over Margaret's soft, exposed skin, pressing a little, not wanting to wake her. If something went wrong today, I might never feel my own daughter move.

When I felt a response, I pulled my hand back reflexively.

My hand started trembling, I didn't know how to describe what I felt, I could only say it felt incredible.

I lavished all kinds of attention on Margaret's swollen belly, a stupid smile plastered on my face; a smile that no one could take away from me right now.

"I love you immensely, ever since I knew you were in your mother's womb; a strong, capable, intelligent, and resilient woman, we are privileged to have her," I said, sniffing, wiping my cheek. "She will be the best mom, and I will try to be the same for you, but if that doesn't happen, I want you to know that you will always be in my heart; now and forever I will love you, my little one."

I left the house without waking Margaret, hoping to find her again and for all of this to end so we could live in peace.