Three simple words...

Eleven

He backed her into the bed, tearing away her dress and sliding his rough hands along her smooth thighs. Her laughter was heard throughout the house as he nipped and licked at his lovers neck. Her seductive giggle could be heard throughout the house. They didn't care if anyone heard them. He ripped his flannel shirt off, buttons popping everywhere and crawled between her legs. He nipped and sucked at her earlobe while rubbing her pearl. She moaned and bucked her hips up at him as he did so, wanting more. He unbuckled his belt, he was hot and ready for her. As he sunk inside her, her leg wrapped itself against his waist.
He made slow and agonizing thrusts. Her panting and whimpering was the only thing to be heard.
"Give me more, I need more." She whispered.
She couldn't see him in the dark room but she knew he was grinning. He took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling around it. He began to slam into her. Her nails were in his back while her legs were wrapped tightly around him. She pulled his head down to hers, giving him a wet sloppy kiss, both broke apart. She cried out and he groaned as they reach that high.
He laid down beside her and propped his head on his hand.
"Fiona?"
"Yes?" She panted.
"I love you." He whispered and she froze.
Is he just saying this? Or does he mean it?
"I love you too."
"Marry me. I know we can't have children, but marry me and live happily ever after with the axe man. I mean its only eternity."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded her head.
"Yes, I will marry you." She kissed him several times. He laid down and she put her head on his chest.
"Joe?"
"Yes my love?" He said, smiling brightly.
"I'm pregnant."