Neo looked at her, his expression a mix of smug satisfaction and focused desire. He wasn't fully hard again, not yet, but the sight of her completely wrecked body begging for him was the best arousal boost a man could ask for. ‘Seriously, she’s insatiable. I love this part.’He moved up the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He let his erection—thick and heavy—rest against her swollen, sensitive core. He didn't push in.Instead, he used the head of his cock to gently graze her still-throbbing clit, running the tip lightly over the nub.Lyra gasped, her hips arching violently off the bed in response. "Neo! Gah! Don't tease! That's torture!"He grinned, a dark, predatory curve of his lips. He loved the control, the power to push her to the edge with a simple, deliberate touch. "Say it like you mean it, Lyra. You want me to fill you up? Beg for it. Like a good wife.""You psycho. You know I mean it! I'm begging! Please! Your cock! No

Neo thought about it. "No. I want it to be a surprise. I want to—to just enjoy the pregnancy. The anticipation. The—the mystery. Is that weird?""Not weird at all. I was hoping you'd say that. I want to be surprised too. Gender reveal parties are overrated anyway.""Agreed. We'll just—we'll prepare for either. Be ready for anything.""Like we always are.""Like we always are."They sat there. On the bench. At their wedding venue. Holding the pregnancy test.And Neo thought—'One year ago I married Lyra. Promised to build a life with her. To move beyond revenge. To be more than the weapon.''And now—now we're having a baby. Creating life. Building the future I never thought I'd get to have.''This is it. This is victory. Not the Carvers in prison. Not Damian losing his company. Not Alina working retail. But—this. Lyra pregnant. Our child growing. Our family expanding.''This is what I won. What

Pregnancy progressed. Lyra's belly grew. Morning sickness faded. Energy returned.Life became routine. Beautiful routine.Doctor appointments. Weekly. Then bi-weekly. Everything healthy. Everything progressing perfectly.Neo went to every single one."You don't have to come every time," Lyra said. Sitting in the waiting room. Month five."Yes I do. I want to hear the heartbeat. See the ultrasounds. Be—be present.""You're going to be a great dad.""I'm trying."The doctor called them in. Routine checkup. Measurements. Vitals. Heartbeat.Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.Fast. Strong. Healthy.Neo smiled. Every single time. That sound—That sound was everything.'That's my kid. In there. Growing. Living. Becoming. And I—I get to be their father. Get to protect them. Love them. Be—be what I never had.''Perfect. Actually perfect.'–––––––––––