A single tear is now rolling down your cheek as you look at her. She is so beautiful, so peaceful. A ray of moonlight kisses her face through the window and you feel a love so strong… here she is, completely innocent and unaware. Completely yours, but not for long if you don’t fix this soon. Her lips are slightly parted and when you touch her arm and let it go up to her shoulder you feel a strap and you notice that she doesn’t sleep naked anymore. When did that happen? And why on Earth do you only notice now, now that you’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you couldn’t sleep, because something was nagging you?

You shove a little closer to her, weave your fingers through hers and whisper in her ear: “I love you, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

She stirs, but doesn’t wake up. You throw back the duvet and look at her amazing body. How can you even keep your hands off of it? So you silently, softly, delicately take her night dress off and then she opens her eyes.

“Wha you doin?” she asks you sleepily, not understanding the situation. It hurts that she needs to ask because it means you don’t do it a lot. In fact, it means you never do it. You have come this far. She is surprised when you’re undressing her.

You swallow and say: “I’m undressing you, love.”

That term of endearment seems to wake her up completely. Just when you thought it couldn’t sting more. But she goes along with it and you take that nightdress of, cupping her breasts and she grasps. You feel those fantastic breasts, the hardened nipples and it almost makes you cry to think why the hell you don’t do this a lot more.

The lovemaking is wild and passionate, it brings you in an emotional turmoil and you don’t know if you want to escape. It’s like being on drugs, you reach the end of the world and go back, you feel great and wonderful and absolutely nothing can come between you. You go through so much – contentment, arousal, climaxes, love, such pure and unadultered love. You know nobody brings you to these heights, you almost pass out in ecstasy, this must be heaven because it feels so damn good. You cry when it’s over because it’s over, because you fear this may have been the last time and then you make a decision. You’re gonna tell her how you feel.

And you do. You tell her about all the emotions of the last few months. The fear of losing her, of never having a baby, of facing herself, of losing her life. The strong love you cannot express, the feeling you get that she doesn’t love you anymore, that she turned so cold sometimes and all you want is fix it and go back and undo everything you did to make her unhappy. You tell her about how scared you are she’s gonna leave you.

She holds you and reassures you and kisses you and you feel such a kid, but you don’t mind. You need to be held by her. She has been your saviour before and you want her to be again.

Your faces are separated only mere inches from each other, she’s touching yours. And you bring your head closer, softly kissing her mouth and slipping your tongue inside hers. Massaging her tongue feels so wonderful and when you feel how she kisses you back, you almost lose it. Her tongue is so soft and wet and fulfilling, her kiss so full of love and passion and you know it. She makes you a better person, she’s your better half literally and she makes you fly so high. She gives you wings.