by Becca Little
“Yes you can.” I said with a sigh as he started to kiss my neck.
The little girl and the grown woman merged together into a different version of me, one able to draw from both roles when needed. After another night of passion, I woke up to a new day. I had woken up to my daily enema for so long that it was strange to see him naked and sleeping beside me rather than already dressed and ready to begin the day. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and I had a sudden craving for coffee. I had barely touched it during my time as his little girl. I reached for my birth control pill and pushed it out of the pack. I felt his hand on my wrist before I could raise it to my mouth. I looked over at him in confusion and he simply shook his head back and forth. My eyes lit up as I stared into his. I had been thinking about it a lot over the last few months, and for him to be the one who stopped me practically melted my heart. I dropped the pill into the garbage and he threw the rest of the pack in after it. Our lives were definitely going to change. I decided coffee could wait and slid back under the covers with my husband. I had never been happier. We had gone through so much, but we had learned lessons we would never forget—at least I had. I would spend my life as his submissive wife, and he would always take care of me. I knew that I would make mistakes, but I was confident he would help me continue to learn from them. We were bound together, bonded by our love, and devoted to our lives together. I rested peacefully in his arms. I was happy, content, and finally ready to begin a family with the man I loved.
