I'm daydreaming about having you in my life and referring to you as my wife (although I'd normally call you "darling", "dear" or "love"), and being referred to as your husband. You'd be the one to whom I'd surrender my mind, heart and will. You'd be the one who'd feel every single bit of your body and mind accept and enjoy mine, thus bringing us closer and deepening our mutual bond. I'd be the one to reciprocate your deep and intense feelings for me, beaming with happiness that I've finally found my loved one with whom everything feels the right way. You'd be the one to intertwine our bodies, hearts and souls to a degree that we'd become inseparable from each other.

We'd say our vows to each other without holding anything back. Our rings would be wrapped very tightly around our fingers, without any option to remove them. We'd become even more eager to see and hear and feel each other once we start living together as a married couple, the presence of the other one bringing loving warmth into our entangled hearts. We'd distribute things like the chores evenly between us, both of us impatient to cook and clean for each other. We'd start waking up every day next to each other with genuine eagerness to start our day together.

At the end of our wedding night, we'd start kissing and rubbing against each other's bare bodies in our marital bed, completely liberated from the prison of our formal clothing. We'd acquaint ourselves with each other's bodies, taking our time to study each other's faces and necks, arms and legs, hands and feet, bellies and backs and butts. You'd touch and stroke my hardened shaft and cup and squeeze my swollen balls, hanging heavily beneath it like ripe fruits ready for picking. I'd touch and slide my fingers inside your slick and needy slit and I'd rub your clit, both of them already drenched with your love juices. We'd be so ready to consummate our amazing marriage by making sweet, raw, unprotected love to each other. We'd also be completely ready for my potent swimmers to enter your fertile, ovulating womb. One of them would pierce your waiting egg, igniting the spark of life inside you and conceiving our beloved twins this way.

I'm awaiting the changes to your body because of pregnancy so impatiently. I'd see your belly swell, your breasts become enormous, your hips expand, your butt and thighs thicken. I'd worship your rapidly changing body from head to toe. I'd place my hand onto your hugely swollen belly to feel our little darlings kick inside. I'd kiss and touch and squeeze and lick you with all my heart everywhere, without any restraint for my feelings. My heart would fall for every inch of your body, absolutely adoring the way you are transforming into a fertility goddess.

I'd always be there for you every single time you don't feel well during your pregnancy. I'd buy or make for you every single food item you're craving desperately. I'd assist you with tasks like walking, standing up or sitting down once you become very swollen in the later stages of your pregnancy. I'd be there for you when your water breaks so that I could drive you to the hospital. I'd be there next to you during your labor, holding your ring hand affectionately in mine as you're trying to push our babies out, comforting you by telling you that everything would be fine.

I'd grab your ring hand and hold it tightly every time you feel insecure about your post-pregnancy body, which would instantly make you feel better. I would tell you how gorgeous your stretch marks are and how much I love your pudgy belly and saggy tits and cellulite on your butt cheeks, as well as the rolls of fat around your stomach. Every time we make love, I'd grab and press and squeeze your transformed belly and boobs with one hand while holding your ring hand needily with the other one as I'm on top of you, pounding you passionately. I'd feel your flabby gut spilling onto mine while you're riding me just as lustfully, inviting my hands to grab it and squeeze it lovingly. I'd make you feel secure and loved by appreciating your gorgeous mom bod as much as possible.

I can't wait for the moment that we start taking care of our first two children (a girl and a boy). I'd fearlessly endure their wailing cries all night long while I'm rocking them to sleep. I'd have no problem with getting woken up because the diaper of one of them needs to be changed. I'd happily bathe them and feed them and clean up after them and take them to the doctor. I'd endure their temper tantrums without a single complaint, driven by my pure and unconditional love for them. I'd be there to see their first teeth growing and them making their first steps, as well as to hear them say their first words, which would spark intense joy in my heart: the joy of being a father.

We'd be so eager to conceive another child with you as soon as you heal from the birth. We won't be using any form of birth control, so our family would grow rather quickly until it becomes truly huge. Each one of our little ones would be a precious gift to us, so we'd enjoy taking care of them immensely. Our house would constantly be packed to the brim with joy and laughter. We'd both watch in awe as all of our kids grow up into happy and healthy adults. Overall, we'd raise a big and beautiful family together.