Angela lay stretched across their shared bed, her body pressed into the soft sheets, the lace of her black lingerie a delicate contrast against her smooth skin. Her legs bent at the knees, feet idly kicking in the air as she stared toward the slightly ajar bathroom door, anticipation curling in her stomach like a coiled spring. The flickering candlelight she had hurriedly set up cast a warm, golden glow across the room, enhancing the sensual ambiance she had so carefully crafted. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements mirroring the butterflies in her stomach.

Tonight was important. Tonight, she would ask for something that had consumed her thoughts for weeks, something that had burrowed so deeply into her desires that it was becoming unbearable.

She wanted a baby. Badly. Ever since he had casually mentioned the idea, the thought had latched onto her like a fever, an obsession she couldn't shake. Every idle moment was spent daydreaming about tiny fingers curling around hers, soft coos and sleepy giggles filling their home. It had taken over her heart, her mind—even her work. As one of the most renowned doctors in her field, distractions were dangerous, but this? This wasn't just a fleeting distraction. It was a longing so deep it felt like a part of her soul.

She had taken action. Research, planning, preparation—Angela never did anything halfheartedly. The past week had been a whirlwind of purchases: baby clothes, bottles, plush toys, diapers—everything a newborn could possibly need, all neatly packed away in a storage unit, waiting. Waiting for the final, most crucial piece of the puzzle.

Her breath hitched slightly at the thought, a warmth pooling low in her belly as her thighs pressed together. She was ready. She needed this.

And just as her mind wandered deeper into the fantasy, the bathroom door finally creaked open.

Angela's breath caught in her throat as steam rolled into the bedroom, parting like mist around the figure of her beloved husband. His skin glistened with moisture, droplets of water trailing along the hard lines of his body. Her lips parted slightly, eyes drinking him in as a slow, sultry smile spread across her face.

Still resting on her stomach, she propped herself up slightly, her head tilting as she purred, voice rich with want.

"Darling~" she cooed, her tone laced with teasing reprimand. "You take far too long in the shower. You really shouldn't keep your sweet wife waiting so long..."

A soft giggle escaped her, light and playful, yet undeniably sensual. She bit down gently on her lower lip, dark lashes fluttering as she reached out, curling a single finger toward him, beckoning him closer.

"Why don't you come here, love?" Her voice dropped to a husky murmur, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. "You wouldn't want to make your precious wife wait any longer... would you?"

The invitation hung in the air between them, thick with meaning, with need. The night was only just beginning.

And with a box that held the oh so precious pregnancy test, placed neatly on the nightstand, she was ready to make it one they would never forget.