Nyota agreed wholeheartedly that there was nothing better than being wound around each other. Laughing happily and keeping her eyes fixed on his face as he carried her to bed, she couldn't resist shivering slightly as he slid a hand under her shirt. His touch affected her just as strongly now as it had in the beginning. If anything the way she burned for him was deeper and more all-consuming now that they knew each other so much better. "You get to be a father," she agreed happily, smiling and sighing happily as he kissed her stomach. There was no physical evidence of the life growing inside her, but she imagined the way her stomach would grow as time passed. "I want to know. I want to be able to talk about my son or my daughter. I want to think about what we'll call the baby... It still can barely believe it's real," she added, glancing down at her stomach and running her fingers through his hair.