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“I didn’t know,” Anna was embarrassed, and again looked away.
– I know nothing.
how can it be.

understand.
When my mother was gone, I was just a child.
Nobody told me about such things.
“My angel,” Duvall whispered and gently kissed the embarrassed mouth.
– Honey, and.
What do you need to do now? – Anna asked, looking at him with an inquisitive look.
– Nothing! – he laughed.
– Absolutely nothing! You just need to eat well, do not jump or run.
Wait, when he decides to appear.
– I will feel it? – Oh yeah.
Duval laughed, picked her up and carried her to the shore.
– Where are we going? – Anna asked with a smile, clinging to him, putting his head on his chest.
“We’ll just sit on the beach, listen to the whisper of the waves,” Duvall answered and drowned her in the deep blue of his eyes.
They sat at the very water.
Duval held his beloved on his lap, closing his arms in the ring.
A light breeze, playing with her curls, tickled Serzh’s face with them.
– Honey, like everyone else.
strange, – sadly smiling, suddenly said Anna.
– What is strange, girl? – We will be small.
You know, ”she looked up at him,“ I don’t know at all what to do with the child.
And you? “Hmm,” he smiled broadly, “me too.”
Frankly, I have never seen babies.
But.
you are a woman and.
then you will understand.
– To me.
fearfully.
– She admitted, her voice faltered, as if something had broken in him.
– Do not be afraid! – Duval kissed her hair.
– We are together! – I.
I’m afraid not only of how he will appear, – Anna explained, – I am afraid for him.

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How will he be.
here? “Don’t think about it, honey,” Serge whispered, kissing her eyes.
– We must believe that everything will be fine.
Anna sighed and asked again, already smiling: – What do you think, who will we have – a boy or a girl? “Oh,” his face lit up, “I would like a girl, tiny, as pretty as her mommy.”
“No,” she shook her head, “let there be a son.”
You need an assistant.
Like you.
Anna, with a smile, touched her nose to his nose, drawing a straight profile, slipped on his lips, his chin, and went down to his neck.
She buried her face in his chest, parted the shirt clasp, pressed her lips together, listening to his heart beating.
“My love,” Serge smiled, feeling the flames covering him

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, “it seems we should go back to the hut.”
The wind is increasing.
I’m afraid the storm is coming.
With these words he raised Anna and carried her home.
Once again she was struck by her lightness – like a feather.
Now it seemed to him especially strange: he believed that a pregnant woman should be heavy.
“However, so far nothing is imperceptible,” he smiled to himself.
In the hut, he carefully lowered his wife to the bed.
Drowned in her eyes, the light of black eyes was brighter than the flame of a candle.
Duval already knew this expression of her face, soft, with an embarrassed smile and a gentle hot blush on her cheeks.
She was waiting for him, exhausted from the desire to be in his arms, to feel on his trembling body his kisses and drown him in her caresses.
Their desires coincided.
Even on the shore, he melted, feeling the warmth of her skin, hair silk and careful timid touches of delicate lips on his chest.
Passion grew in him, poured over the body in hot storm waves.
When Duval, having thrown off her clothes, was next to Anna on the bed, she was already undressed too.
She allowed herself to be pressed against him and, arching slightly, groaned from his kiss.
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