Allesandro

Edith is now six months pregnant. Initially she suffered a lot of nausea but from the last two months thankfully she is fine. "Sandro..." She scratches my upper arm as I was preparing her favorite meal, buffalo chicken wings. "What sweet cakes do you want?" I asked her without turning back but there was no answer. My hands go stationary and exhale a sigh turning reverse. Her eyes meet mine and gradually scroll down to my lips.

I chuckle at her pretty antics. Edith's style is always different. She gets me head over heels by her unique and cute way of asking things. "You want a kiss? Why? It...