The Babymoon

The week before they left, the world felt like it was holding its breath. Doc had been planning this getaway for weeks. It wasn’t just a vacation, it was a reset, a chance to reconnect with Andrea in ways they hadn’t been able to in the chaos of raising their growing family. It was about remembering who they were, as individuals and as a couple, and reigniting the passion that had been buried under the demands of parenting.

Doc arranged everything meticulously. He hired three nurses to stay with Luca and Rocco, the twins still needing round-the-clock care. Their older children, Anthony, Caterina, and Luciana, had their nannies who were more than capable of managing everything. Doc knew Andrea needed this. They both did. This was their moment to reclaim each other and prepare for the arrival of their next child without the constant pull of responsibility.

The moment they arrived at the secluded cabin in the woods, Doc’s pulse quickened with anticipation. The cabin was remote, tucked away from the world, where no one could disturb them. It was a place just for them—a private world where they could indulge in their physical and emotional connection. The warmth of the room, the softness of the bed, and the tranquil surroundings enveloped them.

Doc turned to Andrea as she stepped out of the car, her pregnant body glowing in the soft light of the late afternoon. Her curves had only become more pronounced, her beauty more radiant as she carried their child—yet again—inside her. Her body had changed, but to Doc, she was more captivating than ever.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” Andrea murmured, her voice full of awe as she took in their surroundings.

Doc reached for her, his hand resting on the small of her back as they walked into the cabin. “I promised you some time for just us, didn’t I?” He smiled, his voice low and full of desire. “We’ve got a week to make up for everything we’ve missed.”

Andrea smiled, her lips curving into something soft and knowing. “We’ve certainly earned it.”

They didn’t need to say more. Their bodies spoke for them. Andrea’s hand found his, and they walked together into the bedroom, the door closing softly behind them. The moment they were inside, the weight of the world seemed to fall away. No children, no nannies, no responsibilities—just them, together, in their own world.

The bed was enormous, covered in soft linens, and Andrea immediately climbed into it. She stretched out, her body relaxed but her eyes filled with that unmistakable heat that always burned between them. Doc followed her, his gaze never leaving her as he stood at the edge of the bed, slowly shedding his clothes.

“You look incredible,” Doc whispered, his voice thick with hunger.

Andrea smiled softly, her hands resting on her growing belly. “I’m all yours, Doc. But you have to take me. All of me.”

Doc’s heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, all he could do was watch her. Andrea had always been his greatest temptation, but now, she was more than that. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and now, she was giving him this week—giving him this intimacy that neither of them had had the space for in so long.

He slowly crawled onto the bed, his body pressing against hers. He kissed her deeply, the taste of her lingering on his lips as he sank into the depth of the kiss. Their hands were all over each other, frantic and needy. Andrea responded to him with equal intensity, the desire she’d been holding back pouring out in an urgent flood.

“Doc,” she gasped, as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, kissing her skin with a gentle desperation.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice hoarse. “So much.”

Andrea reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She didn’t need to say anything more—she felt the same. The baby inside her had become just one part of the person she was, but with Doc, she was still the woman she had been. She was still his, and she needed him now, more than ever.

They made love slowly, intimately, as if time had slowed just for them. Their bodies moved together, a rhythm as old as their love, as deep as their connection. There was no hurry, no rush—only the sound of their breaths, the soft creaking of the bed beneath them, and the whispers of affection they shared between kisses.

As the night stretched on, they continued their lovemaking—seamless, passionate, and constant. There were moments when Andrea’s body ached, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. She was giving herself fully to him, as he was to her. Their intimacy was an exchange of trust, of need, of love—something that had been missing in the whirlwind of their daily life.

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For the next few days, Doc and Andrea stayed in their secluded world, hardly leaving the bed except to eat, drink, or shower. They were insatiable. There were no interruptions, no children needing attention, no responsibilities weighing on them. It was as if their connection had returned to its most primal form. They explored each other, not just physically, but emotionally. Every touch felt more intense, every kiss deeper than the last.

Andrea’s body was still recovering from childbirth, but that didn’t matter to Doc. His love for her hadn’t wavered. If anything, it had deepened. He adored her in ways that went beyond the physical. And yet, in these intimate moments, the connection between them was palpable—a mix of physical desire and emotional vulnerability.

One evening, after they’d spent hours tangled in the sheets, Andrea lay with her head resting on Doc’s chest, her fingers tracing his skin lazily.

“Doc,” she whispered, her voice quiet but filled with intent. “I’ve never felt more… alive. More… connected to you.”

Doc’s fingers ran through her hair as he held her close. “I feel the same, Andrea. I don’t think I’ve ever needed you more than I do now.”

Andrea shifted, raising her head to look at him, her expression both serene and mischievous. “Promise me something.”

“What’s that?” Doc asked, his heart beating a little faster at the intensity in her eyes.

“That no matter what comes next, no matter how many babies we have or how busy life gets, we’ll keep this. This... us. This intimacy.”

Doc smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “I promise. I’ll never let that go. We’ll always find time for us.”

Her lips met his once more, soft and slow. And even as the days passed, as they spent their mornings wrapped up in each other, and the nights tangled in sheets, their connection only deepened. It was more than sex. It was a promise—a commitment to each other, to their love, and to the life they were building together.

When the week came to an end, and they packed their things to return to their family, Andrea leaned into Doc’s side, her body tired but completely satisfied.

They had come away to find each other again—and they had. Now, they returned to their children, but they were different. They were stronger, more united, and more in love than ever before.

The journey ahead was still uncertain, but with each other, they knew they could face anything. Together.