C36 Epilogue

"Mark, not this morning", Maya pouted. "I thought we made love last night?" She said, trying to wiggle her way out of my arms but in quicky pinned her on the bed.

That was last night, I said lustfully, rubbing my palm on her bump. It's always been twice a day remember? I asked teasingly.

You see, a week after we got married, we never made love because we were moaning. So after the burial