"Are you okay, Baby?" She nodded, not able to form words as we just came down from our high the second time.

I pecked on the fresh hickey on her skin before pulling her close and caressing her back; she looked at me, the softened expression marring her face.

"You make me so tired," she complained.

"You wanted it," I answered, wiping off the sweat from her forehead, my hand dropping to her belly as I drew circles on her little bump.

She didn't snap; her fingers rose to caress my wound on the shoulders, her eyes locking on it.

"I am fine, really," I answered her unasked question.

"I...