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It was a gorgeous Friday morning, and our routine was anything but normal. As I woke up before the alarm, I found myself still wrapped in her warm embrace. With a gentle touch, she ran her hand across my chest, affectionately referring to it as our “daily grooming.”

However, she wasn’t satisfied with just that. She desired more intimacy, yearning to feel every inch of her body pressed against mine. With a seductive move, she wrapped her arm around my neck, her weight resting entirely on me. I couldn’t help but feel my excitement growing as I admired her enticing figure beneath the sheets. As our lips met, her tongue playfully danced with mine, igniting a fiery desire within me.

As we shifted towards the edge of the bed, I could feel her closeness intensifying. My desire was evident, but the need to relieve myself and begin our day prevailed. With her legs wrapped around me, I managed to sit up, her stunning form now seated on my lap. It was then that she whispered a sweet “good morning” as she slowly awakened. Her arms remained wrapped around my neck, as if she never wanted to let go.

Carrying her to the bathroom, she continued to shower me with kisses, making sure to leave no spot untouched on my face. Placing her on the counter, she kept her legs around me, her eyes captivating mine. She teased that she would only release her hold once I gave her the “official morning breath kiss” she craved. Succumbing to her playful demand, I tenderly kissed her lips and then gently planted one on the center of her forehead.

While I attended to my morning ritual, she eagerly checked her ovulation kit, revealing that it was her fertile day. Despite having two bathrooms at our disposal, she insisted on waiting, attributing it to a belief in “good luck” during this delicate time. It wasn’t the time of the month that required cautious preparation but rather the time when we could make a mess of “paint” everywhere, together.

Together, we brushed our teeth, our identical toothbrushes a symbol of our unity. She jokingly claimed that the toothbrush I was using was actually hers, and I happily granted her wishes. As we stood side by side, her body playfully brushed against mine, resulting in an infectious giggle from her lips. Even though there were two sinks, she all the time found a way to make our closeness undeniable.

Afterward, we quenched our thirst with water and made our way to the home gym we had created together. The sight of her face turning a lovely shade of red during our workout sessions never failed to arouse me. She took pride in being referred to as a “personal tomato” and relished in the nickname lovingly bestowed upon her.

Following our workout, we embarked on a short run, relishing in the natural high that only comes from pushing our bodies to the limit. Her dedication to our fitness journey, matched with her beauty and strength, made me fall in love with her even more.

Returning home, we both indulged in a refreshing shower, an important part of our daily routine. Our showers were all the time shared, an intimate activity that symbolized our deep connection. It was as if these moments were preparing us for a future where we would bathe our children together.

Moving on to the kitchen, I took charge of making breakfast while she claimed to be studying. However, her mischievous nature couldn’t be suppressed for long. She took every opportunity to playfully slap and grope my ass, giggling mischievously as she hugged me from behind. Her playful suggestion of being “glued together” only added to the allure of the moment. As I cooked, we engaged in conversation, her radiant beauty captivating me even more.

In the midst of our shared morning activities, she proudly displayed her prenatal vitamins. It was arousing to witness her determination to actively work towards our dreams of starting a family. Breakfast was served, and she playfully “bit” one of my toes, her continuous desire for physical contact evident in all of our interactions.

While I cleaned up the kitchen, she focused on her studies, her dedication to her education undeniable. As she prepared for her classes later in the day, I got ready for work, my heart heavy with an crucial decision to be made in our relationship.

Leaving for the clinic, I carried the weight of uncertainty, knowing that it was time to take the next step. During my break, I made a reservation at our favorite restaurant, hoping the ambiance would set the stage for the night ahead. Luck was on my side as I managed to finish work ahead of schedule, stopping by my parents’ house to collect something of utmost importance.

As I opened the door to our home, there she stood, barefoot with freshly painted nails, her entire presence exuding sensuality and love. Rising on her tiptoes, she held my face in her hands and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but feel the anticipation building within me as I told her we were going out for dinner.

In her straightforward manner, she questioned if it was simply a coincidence, her eyes searching mine for answers. As the month had passed, she had playfully teased me about a potential proposal during our weekend trip. However, we often went on trips together, so it could have been just that—a coincidence. She prepared her signature sandwiches as her nails dried, and we continued with our individual activities, yet all the time connected in some way.

While I attended to my responsibilities and indulged in my hobbies, she dedicated herself to studying, choosing to be in the same room so that our presence would enhance her concentration. Eventually, we reunited for some playful moments together, her discipline and passion for our relationship shining brightly.

As the time for our special dinner approached, I informed her early, well-aware of her meticulous nature when it came to getting ready. Curious about the long hours she spent preparing for such occasions, I found myself dozing off on the couch, anxiously waiting for her presence.

Suddenly, she appeared, her heels making a soft thud as they hit the floor. In one graceful motion, she leaped over me, her hips moving enticingly as she approached where I sat. I couldn’t withstand placing my hands on her perfect hips, hidden beneath a stunning black dress. Our lips met, and her hands roamed freely, unaware of the secret I held in my pocket.

As she removed her makeup and lipstick, revealing her radiant beauty, I marveled at how striking she looked in that short black dress. Her hair, no longer in braids, cascaded down her shoulders, enhancing her allure. She often teased about her “mosquito bites,” but to me, they were simply captivating.

Her petite frame held a hidden strength, her toned thighs, calves, and alluring curves making her irresistible. Over time, she had embarked on a fitness journey, transforming her body into an “incubator build,” as she called it. It was during our anniversary that she had begun expressing her eagerness for children.

Our dinner unfolded just as we had expected—an intimate and enjoyable affair. As we sat side by side, she made sure our legs and feet found their way under the table. The subtle gestures of affection caused every nerve in my body to tingle with desire. The evidence of my longing was evident in the state of my underwear, soaked with precum.

We didn’t indulge in alcohol, our dedication to our dreams outweighing any temporary pleasures. Feeling satisfied yet willing, we left the restaurant. My mind raced, searching for the perfect place to pop the question. And then, I…

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