Summary: Your husband, Carlos, realizes how much he wants to see you pregnant with his baby.
Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of pregnancy obvs, unprotected sex, husband!carlos, lil bit of body worship
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The Mediterranean air was cool as it drifted through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of the sea into the bedroom. The soft sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below your villa was the only noise breaking the peaceful silence.
You lay nestled against your husband's chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene haze. His arm rested lazily over your waist, fingertips grazing your skin underneath your blouse in absentminded circles. The room was awash in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting shadows that danced lazily across the walls, making everything feel soft and intimate.
Carlos murmured your name softly, the rich, deep timbre of his voice stirring something in you as it always did. His accent, thick and sultry, curled around each syllable like a caress. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips.
"Have you ever thought about what's next for us?" He asked, his voice gentle but laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation.
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as you propped yourself up on one elbow, searching his face. "What's on your mind, love?" you teased, your lips curving into a grin. "I mean, I already have a ridiculously handsome husband who spoils me to no end... what more could there be?"
Carlos let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head while a smile graced his lips. "I love spoiling you, cariño."
You leaned in, pressing a playful kiss to the tip of his nose. "Mhm, I know," you murmured against his skin, feeling the warmth of his smile as he grasped your left hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond that glistened in the fading sunlight.
His gaze dropped to your ring finger, lingering there as his expression softened. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of the ring, where it met your skin.
"I love spoiling you," he repeated, his voice lower now, more serious. "But there's something else I've been thinking about."
The shift in his tone made your heart skip a beat. You tilted your head, searching his eyes, feeling the sudden intensity of the moment. "What is it, Carlos?"
"I've been thinking..." he began, his words deliberate, measured. "About spoiling someone else, too." His eyes flickered with meaning, the weight of his words hanging between you.
You felt a sudden rush of warmth flood your chest, your breath catching in your throat as the implication of what he was saying began to sink in. "Someone else?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper, already sensing where this conversation was leading.
