I have been fantasizing about this for a while..

You and I have been trying to have a baby for a while now. And, finally, you're late. It might be nothing. Or it might be the moment we have been hoping for.

You grab a pregnancy test off the shelf, and head to the bathroom. "Can you come in?" you say. That was quick, too quick, no way you have a result yet. No, when I walk in you're standing, hovering over the toilet, your legs spread, the stick in your hand. "Can you hold this?" you ask me, handing me the test

I grab it. "No, not like that" you say, "between my legs". I am confused, surprised, but I oblige. After all, I am a man, what would I know about pregnancy tests, right?

I put the stick between your legs, hold it, and... you start to pee. All over. On the stick. On my hand. Down your own legs. I sit there. I was expecting anything but that. And yet.. in the moment, it turns me on. I feel your warm piss leaking down my hand, I watch as you're sharing the moment of truth with me. We could be pregnant, and I am watching as you test for it. With me.

"You can put it on the counter" you tell me when you're done. We just gotta wait. I reach for a towel, but you grab me, pull me to you, and you guide my hand to your neck, to your lips.. the same hand that has your pee all over it. You smell yourself. You taste yourself. And you guide your fingers in my mouth. "Taste me" you beg.

I can't resist. I don't want to resist. I taste you. I taste droplets of your piss. And we make out. While we wait.. We have all day, all night, we have 9 months. But this moment, it feels like forever. It feels like I love you. More than I ever loved.