Six months into the pregnancy, Elena was radiant.
Her belly had rounded beautifully — a full, firm curve that she carried with grace and quiet strength. Her breasts were fuller, her skin glowed with that pregnancy radiance, and her long black hair seemed even shinier. She moved a little slower now, one hand often resting protectively on her belly, but her spirit was as bright as ever. Dr. Voss had been very clear: no high-intensity missions, no pushing her powers. So Elena stayed home, resting, reading baby books, and preparing our nursery in her house.
I stepped up completely.
I handled the majority of missions alone. The world was mostly peaceful, but small threats still appeared — smugglers, gang activity, the occasional powered criminal testing the new order. I flew out every few days, taking care of them quickly and efficiently, always thinking of Elena and our baby waiting for me at home.
This morning started like many others now.
I woke up in Elena's bed (we had started spending most nights here), her head on my chest, one hand resting on her rounded belly. She was six months along, and the baby kicked often — little flutters that made us both smile.
"Morning, beautiful," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
She stirred, smiling sleepily. "Morning, husband. The little one was active last night. I think they missed you already."
I placed my hand over hers on her belly. "Hey, little one. Daddy's here."
We stayed in bed for a while, just holding each other. I rubbed her belly gently, feeling the occasional kick. Elena sighed happily, pressing closer.
"You've been working so hard," she said softly. "I hate that I can't be out there with you."
"You're doing the most important job," I replied, kissing her belly. "Growing our child. That's everything."
We made breakfast together — Elena sitting at the counter while I cooked. She teased me about burning the toast again, laughing when I fed her a bite. The simple domestic moments meant the world to me now.
After breakfast, I suited up for a mission. A group of smugglers had taken over an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Nothing too dangerous, but they had hostages.
"Be safe," Elena said, kissing me deeply at the door. Her belly pressed against me. "Come home to us."
"Always," I promised.
The mission was straightforward. I dropped in from above, violet energy flaring as I disarmed the leader with a precise pulse. The others tried to fight back, but I moved with controlled strength, cuffing them quickly and freeing the hostages. The civilians cheered as police arrived.
"Thank you, Loverman!" one woman shouted. "Tell Thick Chick we're thinking of her and the baby!"
I smiled under the mask. "I will."
I flew home as fast as I could.
Elena was waiting in the garden, wearing a loose sundress that showed off her pregnant belly. She looked stunning — glowing, peaceful, beautiful.
"You're back early," she said, walking over to hug me. Her belly pressed against me as we kissed.
"Couldn't stay away," I replied, hands resting gently on her bump. "How are my two favorite people?"
"We're good. A little tired, but happy. The baby kicked a lot today."
I knelt down, pressing my lips to her belly. "Hey, little one. Daddy's back. I love you."
Elena ran her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. "You're going to be such a good dad."
I looked up at her, eyes full of love. "And you're already the most incredible mom."
That afternoon, we spent time together in the garden. I rubbed her feet while she read a baby book out loud. We talked about names — Nova for a girl, Orion for a boy — and laughed about how our child would probably have superpowers from birth.
"You're doing so much," Elena said softly. "I feel guilty sometimes that you're out there alone."
I shook my head. "Don't. This is exactly where I want to be — taking care of you and our baby. We're a team, even when we're apart."
Later that evening, the pull between us became impossible to ignore.
We made love in the bedroom — slow, passionate, full of love and wonder. I took my time undressing her, kissing her rounded belly reverently before moving lower. When I reached between her thighs, she was already soaked.
"You're so fucking wet," I groaned as she straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth.
Elena moaned loudly, gripping the headboard as she began to ride my tongue. "Yes… just like that… eat your pregnant wife's pussy… I've missed this so much…"
Her juices flowed freely — sweet, warm, intoxicating. I licked and sucked eagerly, tongue plunging inside her, swirling around her swollen clit. She rocked her hips faster, grinding down on my face, her growing belly brushing my forehead with every movement.
"Alex… fuck… your tongue feels so good… I'm gonna cum…"
She came hard — thighs trembling, pussy pulsing as she flooded my mouth with her release. I drank every drop, holding her hips steady until the waves passed.
Elena slid down my body, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. "I need you inside me," she breathed.
I entered her slowly — careful, loving, savoring the way her pussy gripped me. We made love face to face, eyes locked, her hands on my shoulders as I thrust deep and steady. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you both so much."
"I love you too," she gasped, legs wrapping around me. "Don't stop… fill me… I need to feel you cum inside me…"
We came together — violet and purple sparks dancing around us, softer now but no less beautiful. She held me tight afterwards, her belly pressed between us, both of us breathing in sync.
The Super Couple was healing.
And our family was growing stronger every day.