Day twenty-nine arrived under a persistent gray drizzle that made the porch feel smaller and more intimate than usual. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I need to talk about the future again — specifically about what happens if you two decide to have a baby. Porch if it’s dry enough.”
Elias had read the message in silence, his arm tightening around me in bed. His clingy hold felt heavier this morning, as if he was bracing for the conversation that had been building for days.
He woke me with his body already pressed close, morning hardness nudging insistently against me. Without a word, he lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both groaned at the stretch. He f****d me slowly at first, then with growing urgency, hips rolling deep and deliber
