Lion Head Mesa She makes the sound

Children–

A breath, swallowed, his head wrenched up to see into the face of his wife–

Unmoving, stark, his nails gripped the cold stone underfoot. “Certain?” He whispered, but he knew in the way she looked at him. He needed no verbal affirmation; it was there in the vision of sheer love and exhilaration he saw dancing in her eyes.

He rose to his feet, his legs suddenly weakened. He reached, trembling for his wife’s cheek. His eyes upon her shone, for they were full of tears. Slowly he lowered his lips to brush her’s, just lightly, before passion came and he pressed them harder. He cradled her head in his arms and laughed between kisses.

“Toula,” he breathed against the side of her face before pulling back and sliding his paws down to the slight pink swell of her belly. His fingers were gentle, stroking either side curiously. 

“What does it feel like?” He asked, overwhelming love causing his voice to break as he centered a hand over her womb; over their children.