My favorite Mary

Chapter 48: Are we or aren't we?

Three weeks after returning from Ireland:

Rory is pretty sure she is pregnant. She doesn't even know how to describe the feeling she got almost four weeks ago. It was their first week in Ireland. Tristan had put Michael to bed and he planned a romantic evening for them. 

(Flashback in Ireland four weeks ago)

Rory was sitting by the fireplace. Tristan had taken Michael to bed. He walked back into the living room and was watching Rory as she looked out the window at the moon casting off the ocean.

He got their plates and sat them on the table. He opened a bottle of wine and placed the two glasses on the coffee table. He lit three candles and even made dessert. They sat next to each other on the rug.

They sat there and ate dinner, talked, and laughed. After they ate their dinner and dessert, Tristan held his hand out for Rory. "May I have this dance Mrs. Dugray?"

"You may Mr. Dugray." Tristan played a song on his phone. They danced and Tristan held her close to him. 

Rory had her head laid on Tristan's shoulder as she breathed in his scent that she loved so much. He smelled like sandalwood and Calvin Klein Eternity.

"This has been a wonderful time with my beautiful wife and our son. Just time for us together as a family. Don't get me wrong I enjoy the nights the guys come over and hang out but I have really enjoyed the no distraction or visitors time with my family."

"Me too babe. It has been really nice just the three of us. Michael has had a blast here in Ireland."

"Yes, he has." When I looked into her eyes my heart skipped a few beats. I leaned down and kissed her. At first, it was gentle and then more passionate.

I began to unravel when he kissed me. My heart started racing and I could feel a burning in my core as my folds became wet.

Tristan leaned down and picked me up. He carried me to our room and gently laid me down on the bed. He began kissing my neck down to my shoulder. I slid his shirt off his shoulder and threw it on the ground. I rubbed my hands up and down his muscular back. 

He removed my strapless dress and tossed it away. He kissed me from my lips down to my breasts. My body burned where his tongue and lips had touched. He flicked my nipple with his tongue as his thumb and index finger rolled my other nipple around. Then he switched and rotated the torture on my other breast. 

He moved his tongue gently all over my stomach to my belly button and back up to my breasts. My core was on fire. I was dripping wet and desperate to feel him inside me. 

I slipped his pants and boxers off with one movement. I kicked them the rest of the way off. I needed him now. He slid my thongs off with his hands and feet from my knees.

He took his fingers and inserted them in my entrance and smiled. "You are wet and hot for me."

"Tristan, please make love to me now. I need you now."

Tristan kissed me and placed his body in between my legs. He lowered himself and I felt his erection at my entrance. With one swift motion, he slowly entered me. 

"Oh, Tristan. You feel amazing." He thrust in and out for a couple of hours but the first time he got off. I felt this feeling that I can't describe but a motherly intuition that I was pregnant. Finally, we both climaxed together and then lay in each other's arms. 

"Tristan, don't think I am crazy or anything but the first time you got off I got this feeling that I was pregnant."

"What feeling baby? Are you saying that you think we just created a baby? I mean that's great but I am confused."