"Can you believe we've been married for nearly nine months now?" Race asked, his hand drawing random designs on Spot's bare stomach. "If we'd magically conceived a child on our honeymoon, we'd be parents by now."

Spot chuckled, "I can't believe we're married at all sometimes and here you are, wanting to have my baby." He was shivering in comfortable pleasure at his lover's touch.

"Didn't say I was going to carry it, did I?" Race smirked. He trailed his wedding band across his husband's nipple.

Spot shivers intensified at the feel of the cold ring against his sensitive nub. He threaded his fingers through Race's hair when the chilly ring was replaced with Race's warm mouth. The blonde boy arched underneath his husband's loving mouth.

"God," Race said, resting his head on Spot's chest and looking into his husband's blue eyes, "I love you so much."

Spot smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to Race's lips. "I love you too, Race."