Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta was slightly startled as she felt something soft at the nape of her neck. The way Marco slowly seduced her made Letta close her eyes, feeling every move that Marco was making. Eventually, Marco straightened up, gazing at Letta with a blush on her face, which made Marco smile. His wife looked so beautiful.

Then, Marco pulled Letta closer again, their lips meeting once more, and Letta could only reciprocate what Marco was giving her. His tongue danced with hers at a faster pace, yet Letta could still feel the tenderness that Marco was giving.

Suddenly, Letta felt her body being lifted as Marco swiftly picked her up. Letta immediately reached for Marco’s neck, balancing her height with her husband’s. She caressed his firm jaw without detaching their lips as Marco carried her slowly. Letta’s body temperature seemed to rise even higher, as if she was burning, while Marco played with her lips.

As they reached the side of the bed, Marco released their kiss and gently laid Letta down on the bed, leaving Letta gazing at him. Marco then looked at Letta, savoring her gentle touch as she caressed Letta’s face.

“Is she okay?” Marco asked, looking at Letta’s now visibly round belly.

“Yes, she’s fine. She even moved a little while ago,” Letta replied, making Marco look at her with a hint of surprise.

“Really? Is she moving now too?” Marco inquired, to which Letta shook her head.

“No, she might move in a little while,” Letta said, causing Marco to reach out his hand and gently stroke Letta’s belly.

“Can I talk to her?” Marco asked, making Letta smile.

“Of course, you’re her father after all. You can do anything you want with your child,” Letta said, prompting Marco to sit back a bit and lean over, bowing down to Letta’s round belly, caressing it softly.

“I don’t know what to say,” Marco said, looking at Letta, who chuckled at her husband’s behavior.

“Just say whatever you’re feeling right now,” Letta said, making Marco once again look at the round belly in front of him.

“Hi. Let me introduce myself, I’m your father,” Marco said, making Letta burst into laughter.

“Aren’t you planning to move again? At least greet your father when he’s saying hello to you,” Marco said, making Letta, for some reason, feel amused by her husband’s antics.

“Is she moving?” Marco asked, and Letta shook her head.

“Try touching my belly gently,” Letta said, pulling her nightgown slowly, causing Marco to pause for a moment before slipping his fingers under the nightgown, allowing him to directly touch Letta’s belly and gently caress it in circular motions. For some reason, her heartbeat seemed to quicken as in her previous pregnancies, Letta had not reached this stage. Her stomach had remained flat when they lost their baby before, and this time Letta truly looked like a pregnant woman, with a rounded belly and a slight increase in weight, which immediately made Marco smile as he felt the smooth skin beneath his palm.

“Now, speak,” Letta said again, prompting Marco to lean in once more.

“What are you doing in there? Can you feel my touch? I can’t wait every day to feel the movements you’ll give,” Marco said again, making Letta smile as she watched her husband conversing with the fetus in her womb. However, there was no movement elicited, making Marco smile and then pull back his wrist.

“It seems like he doesn’t quite like his father’s voice,” Marco said, making Letta smile softly.

“Maybe he’s not used to it yet, or maybe he’s sleeping,” Letta replied, making Marco nod his head.

“What if I visit him in there?” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, furrowing her brow. It seemed his wife wasn’t quite sensitive to what he was saying, thought Marco, who could only smile to himself.

“What do you mean?” Letta asked, making Marco lean closer to her face. Letta then sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

“Like continuing what stopped just now,” Marco said, making Letta remain silent.

“Then what?” Letta asked again, making Marco, for some reason, only smile and look away. Did his wife really not know what they should be doing right now, Marco thought.

“Why just smile? I won’t know if you don’t say it clearly,” Letta said again, making Marco finally approach and gently embrace Letta.

“Didn’t I say I can handle your body temperature? Besides, I think I should pay a direct visit to our baby,” Marco whispered, as Letta tried to process every word Marco uttered, and impure thoughts immediately filled Letta’s mind. Could it be that what Marco meant was to do that, Letta thought, causing her face to blush. Letta then unraveled her embrace, returning Marco’s gaze with an expanding smile.

“It seems like my wife already understands what we’re going to do,” Marco said, caressing Letta’s blushing face.

“Are you teasing me right now?” Letta asked, making Marco chuckle.

“I’m not teasing you,” Marco said, continuing to nuzzle into Letta’s neck.

“Then why did you say it so clearly?” Letta asked again, sounding like a whine, making Marco smile once more.

“Because you’re not very sensitive to things like this, so I think I need to use some words that make you understand,” Marco said again, finally causing Letta to fall silent.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“So, can we do it?” Marco asked again, making Letta look at him again.

“Don’t ask, just do it, and don’t make my face feel like it’s burning,” Letta said, making Marco laugh.

“Okay, but I can’t just attack you without getting your consent first,” Marco said, making Letta click her tongue in annoyance. Marco was simply amused by his wife’s cute face. However, Marco fell silent for a moment, thinking about Letta’s current condition.

“I forgot we haven’t consulted the doctor. Can we do it or not?” Marco said, making Letta return her husband’s gaze.

“I’m in good condition, and he’s also healthy in there. According to the doctor, I’m free to do any activities as long as it’s comfortable for me and doesn’t pose any risks,” Letta said, making Marco nod.

“Is doing something like that considered risky?” Letta asked, making Marco silent, as if he was also thinking.

“I don’t know, maybe we should postpone it?” Marco asked, making Letta nod.

“If that’s the best option, maybe we should postpone it and consult the doctor first,” Letta replied, making Marco immediately put on a grim expression.

“Why?” Letta asked.

“Nothing, I was just so ready. I guess I should go splash myself with cold water again,” Marco said, about to get up from his seat, only for Letta to grab his wrist.

“Why, why do you need to splash yourself with cold water again?” Letta asked again, with her innocent face.

“Because I need to cool something down, so that he calms down,” Marco said, truly getting up and leaving, leaving Letta silently staring at his straight back as he entered the bathroom once again.