All was quiet, save for your soft, desperate breaths and the occasional hum from the man behind you. His warm breath fanned against the side of your face, your hair intertwined with deep blue that leaned against you in embrace.
Your legs were held apart by invisible wire, the thin, static feeling of them against your skin as they pulled gently. A callused hand rested near your chest, exchanging between your breasts to squeeze at their swollen weight, fingers brushing and pulling at your nipples that dripped with the beginnings of milk. His other hand gave gentle strokes between your legs, fingers circling your fast-growing wetness around your clit, and though the slow pleasure you were experiencing with your husband certainly clouded your thoughts, one that shone bright as the sun brought a smile to your face; it was hard to see Legato's movements between your legs when your little girl inside of you was blocking your sight.
Though you were ashamed to admit it, upon learning of your pregnancy, you thought that was the end of you and Legato together. The both of you, and the lives you led, were not stable in the slightest. Children seemed like a desire just out of reach; the two of you would smile at the sight of a cute kid playing with their friends in the markets, climbing underneath fruit stalls to chase ants or eat their juicy, fruity contraband away from peering eyes, but you would then go home to only yourselves. You and Legato bore invisible stains of others blood along your hands and faces, and you bore one another's burdens with each night terror and flashback that struck you and your beloved. In different ways, you'd been soiled by the world, by the choices of others and the choices that belonged to you. You could not bear to inflict that pain on an innocent life. And yet, as the pregnancy test hovered in your hand between the two of you, the both of you locked eyes, and perhaps shared the thought that just maybe, this could be a brand new start.
"Come on, darling, turn over for me." Legato said, hands moving to your hips to adjust you onto your side. You obliged, looking over your shoulder to see his focused amber gaze on you. He smiled wide at your flustered expression, hand snaking beneath your thigh to lift your leg onto his hip. His fingers touched your face, cupping just beneath your ear and claiming your mouth anew, tongue tasting your bottom lip and the inside of your mouth as he commanded his powers to keep your leg in place. He guided himself inside of you, struggling to restrain himself as his hips begged to snap against yours, but he pushed gently inwards.
"Hey, look at me." He groaned as he began to move, one hand supporting your head as the other rested against your swollen belly. He began to speak, words punctuated with pleasured sighs and desperate moans against your neck; "You have brought me such joy, placing your trust and love in someone as wretched as myself," he trailed off, a soft cry against your lips as his teeth caught your lips in a gentle bite, "I have done nothing to deserve this, and yet I have been blessed with you, with this gift of survival and life not lived alone."
You could not even open your mouth to reply before his lips were on yours again, fingers reaching for your clit again and stroking furiously, his thrusts becoming uneven and shaky. Your chest felt tight, throat feeling heavy as tears began to spill from your eyes at his words.
"Legato, I- I love you," you cried, "Please stay with me. Stay with me forever."
"I swear to you, I'll never leave your side- fuck, fuck, fuck!" Legato gasped as he climaxed, hips jolting against yours as your felt his stomach rise and fall against you with each shaking breath. You followed soon after, the feeling of his warm seed inside of you sending you into an orgasm like crashing waves against your defenseless self. You cried for him, arms reaching for his body, mouths meeting again. It was not a kiss, more so the sharing of your breaths and moans as you languidly brushed your lips and tongues against each others.
When you laid beside each other later on, the both of you placing a touch against your stomach, you hoped your daughter could feel her parents love from even the state of unconsciousness from reality she still rested in. You thought on his words, of being blessed with a life not lived alone, and rested your forehead against his as you closed your eyes and said: "I have been blessed with you, too."