Logan’s POV
I trailed behind Krystal as she left the Azura condo unit. To my surprise, she met with Riyu, a young businessman. But when I noticed that she seemed distressed and forced, I acted swiftly to save the woman I loved.
It was all a misunderstanding. She believed that Rhaena Krystabella and I were still together, that I was already married. Little did she know that all this time, it had been her and no one else.
With her forgiveness and a chance to prove myself, I regained hope. However, circumstances led to me having to attend to urgent matters concerning my younger brother, Blake Son. I had to leave her, despite it paining me deeply. Every moment apart felt like an eternity, and I missed her dearly.
Whenever an opportunity arose, I would call her, checking on her well-being. And as I remained in Clayland, I pondered how to make her mine. Perhaps a proposal? I couldn't wait any longer to be with my beloved Krystal.
But to my astonishment, upon my return to Azura, she was the one who proposed marriage to me. Something I had intended to do myself. My heart swelled with joy and excitement. The fact that she insisted on it made me incredibly happy.
There could be no greater gift for me, as all the hardships and waiting I endured for her were now worth it.
We returned to Clayland, and everything went smoothly. Krystal spoke with her dad, and we were married. Losing her dad dealt a heavy blow to her, but such is a part of life.
Now, as night falls once again, I find myself waiting eagerly to be intimate with Krystal, teasing and pampering her. She smiles mischievously, playfully teasing me as always. But in the end, she couldn't resist me either.
"You're insatiable. We've only been married for four months, and you've already exhausted me," she says.
I stand behind her, placing gentle kisses on her nape. My actions tickle her, and her body squirms in response. She enjoys the sensations I give her, though she pretends not to indulge me.
"I'm only like this with you," I assure her, but my words seem to have unintended consequences.
"Why? Is there someone else? Do you have someone else?" she asks, her anger becoming evident.
I quickly shake my head and kneel before her. "Babe, there's no one else but you. Believe me, I would never allow myself to look at anyone else. You're more than enough for me. Why would I need anyone else? Okay, babe? There's no one else, only you," I assure her sincerely.
"Just make sure, okay?" she responds, pulling me up by my collar and kissing me passionately.
Now she takes control. Her kisses are wild, and it feels as though I'm the one drowning in her embrace. I'm unsure when she became so assertive, but I welcome it. She pushes me onto the bed, tearing off my shirt.
Using the fabric, she ties my hands. "Let me dominate you tonight," she declares.
Blindfolded, I can't see anything, only feel and hear.
Her tongue glides across my abs, up to my chest, and she teases my nipple with her lips.
"Ohh! That feels amazing," I exclaim.
But then, I receive a playful slap. "Did I say you could talk? Keep quiet!" she asserts, revealing her game.
I sensed her tongue making its way down, reaching the tip of my manhood. Slowly, she teases me, licking and sucking, savoring each touch as if intentionally prolonging the pleasure. She excels at driving me wild.
"Show me your tongue," she commands, and I obey without hesitation.
Swiftly, she positions herself, offering her womanhood to my mouth. It feels as though I am a traveler, arriving in the desert and eagerly tasting the sweetness of her nectar.
Her wildness intensifies, accompanied by her passionate moans and naughty words. It's evident that my manhood is standing tall. Suddenly, my manhood thrusts into her womanhood, and we both cry out in ecstasy.
In that passionate moment, it feels as though we're consumed by an insatiable desire, burning with pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, I hold her tightly as we reach the peak of bliss together. The pleasure we share in our union is beyond words.
She must have fallen asleep from exhaustion, so I clean her up and get dressed. I see her sleeping peacefully, resembling an angel. It's still unbelievable to me that she is now mine. I gently kiss her forehead and whisper a good night.
The next morning, we awaken to the sound of her vomiting. It's Krystal, my beloved, who is feeling unwell.
"Ugh, I can't take it anymore," she groans, clearly miserable.
Without a second thought, I rush her to the hospital, terrified that she lost consciousness. I call my mom and anyone who can offer assistance.
Fear grips my heart. What if it's something serious, like cancer? I won't allow her to be taken away from me. As we arrive at the hospital, the medical staff promptly attends to her. I wait anxiously in the laboratory, my unease growing. Nervousness consumes me.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my wife? Is it serious? What should I do?" I ask, anxiety evident in my voice.
"Mr. Lopez, I advise you to remain calm and take a deep breath. There's no need to worry. Everything is fine. It appears that morning sickness is having a strong effect on your wife. By the way, she's two weeks pregnant," the doctor reveals, widening my eyes in astonishment.
"Pregnant? I'm going to be a father?" I can hardly believe it. I shout in jubilation, jumping with excitement.
"I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!" I exclaim joyfully.
Mom arrives quickly, along with others.
"What happened to my child?" my mom asks, her concern evident.
"My wife is pregnant! I'm going to be a father!" I share, elated by the news.
Everyone celebrates the joyous occasion, sharing in our happiness.
"She inherited that from me. I also had a difficult pregnancy. Take extra care of Krystal, my child. Her pregnancy will be delicate," Mom advises.
The doctor calls us as my wife regains consciousness.
I hurriedly approach her and plant a loving kiss on her lips.
"What happened?" my bewildered wife asks.
"My love, you're pregnant. We're going to be parents," I tell her, and together, we shed tears of joy. This is pure, eternal bliss of happiness.
A happiness that will last a lifetime.
Months of anticipation pass, and though pregnancy is not without its challenges, my wife endures it all until our firstborn son, Zandro Lopez, comes into the world — our child.
I waited patiently, no matter how long it took. I did everything in my power to be with her, and now, with my family by my side, I couldn't ask for anything more. My days and months are complete as long as I am with them.