An Infinity of Family Love
Copyright© 2025 by MrCurrie
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Dave is a fortunate man. Follow his journey with him through a lifetime of love, challenges, and enduring family bonds.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Pregnancy
The following Tuesday, Julie called Mom, asking to speak with her privately. While they talked in the living room, I remained outside, tending to the garden beneath a warm stretch of sun. An hour passed before I noticed Mom waving me in from the doorway. I wiped my hands on my jeans and headed inside.
The first thing I saw was Julie’s face, her eyes swollen and rimmed red, her expression fragile with emotion. She gave Mom a soft, lingering hug and whispered, “Thank you so much, Melissa. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She avoided eye contact with me, gave me a light hug, turned, and left.
As the front door clicked shut behind Julie, it felt as though a volcano had erupted inside me. My face burned, fury rising fast as the pieces fell into place. “Dad’s cheating on her, isn’t he?” I snapped, turning to Mom.
“No,” she said firmly, a little sharper than expected. “Though I get why you’d jump there. When she married your father, she was clear with him that she desired a child, and he agreed. But after spending that week with Amy, something shifted. It brought that desire roaring back to the surface.”
I sat on the couch next to her, our legs touching. “If Dad’s on board, then what’s the problem?” I asked, more composed, grateful Julie wouldn’t have to endure a divorce.
“They’ve been trying, even before marrying, but haven’t been successful. They decided to get a check-up, and while there’s nothing wrong with Julie, it appears that the years have not been kind to Frank. His sperm count is low, and the viability isn’t great. It’s still possible they can conceive, but it’ll be difficult.”
“That’s a shame,” I lamented. “I hate to see her so sad.”
“Me too, baby,” Mom replied. She turned to me, held my hand, and said, “I sympathize with her frustration; that’s why I offered a solution that involves you. If you impregnate her, we can avoid going to a stranger, and the child would have a greater chance of looking like you or Frank, if a son. It would make her life so much better. Would you do it for her? And me?”
Her hand squeezed tighter, and my prick hardened, remembering when Julie and I were in the shower together. She was a beautiful woman, and normally I’d jump at the chance, but I had concerns. “Mom, how would it affect our relationship? You know how much I love you. It’d feel like cheating if I made love with Julie.”
She smiled, her hand reaching over and gripping my hard cock, bending it to the side. I loved the way she handled my prick. I couldn’t help but groan. She argued, “You’d be helping a friend we both love. It’s a gift we can give her, and it wouldn’t bother me in the least. In fact, I’m getting a little wet right now, thinking about your thick prick sinking into her pussy.”
“It appears that the part of my body that counts agrees with you, so I’ll go along. When do we start?” I asked, more than eager to fuck my other Mom.
“Tomorrow. She’s coming for lunch, but she’ll have some conditions about how we move forward. Knowing your father cheated weighs heavily on her, and it worries her that she’s now doing the same, even if the reasons are different. Still, she’s willing to take the risk. If they can’t have a child, she doesn’t see a future in her marriage anyway.”
“Alright, how about a warm-up so I’m ready?” I said, kissing her while running my hand up her smooth thigh.
“Sorry, baby,” Mom replied, remorsefully. “You need to save yourself so you have a full load of sperm for her. We’ll have to abstain from sex until she’s pregnant.”
That made for an uncomfortable night’s sleep as I lay there with a hard-on. It didn’t help with Mom’s hot, nude body spooned against me.
During breakfast, Mom divulged more of her conversation with Julie. “Dave, Julie was resistant to involving you, thinking it’d harm your relationship with her, so I had to reveal our incestuous liaisons. She wasn’t completely shocked upon hearing it, having suspected something from our Hawaii trip and by the way we act around each other. Anyways, she feels more comfortable now, knowing we’re involved and there’s no chance of you falling in love with her and damaging her marriage.”
“Makes it easier for us, also, not having to hide it anymore,” I replied.
The next day, Julie arrived, wearing a short, billowy skirt, her blouse thick and cottony. Not exactly a sexual turn-on, but her beautiful face and flawless legs made up for it.
After we finished eating, we moved to the living room and settled into our usual spots. Julie cleared her throat, holding up her sheet of prepared notes. “First, I want to thank both of you for agreeing to this,” she began. “I know it can’t be easy on your relationship, and the last thing I want is to cause any strain.”
Mom threaded her arm through mine and offered a warm smile. “We’ve talked about this at length, and truly, we’re happy to help. If anything, it’s brought us even closer. We’re also trying for a baby ourselves, so we understand just how much this means to you.”
Julie’s eyes lit up, her expression brightening with joy. “Really? That’s wonderful! I should’ve known, though. You two are so clearly in love, and of course, you’d want to expand your family.”
She scanned her page of conditions and began, “While I realize the act will be sexual in nature, I’d like to maintain a non-emotional connection during our time together. To avoid the process from feeling like an affair, there will be no unnecessary touching or fondling. Melissa has stated that the doggy position will be best for depositing Dave’s sperm into my womb, so we’ll stick to that position. No kissing or talking, either. I won’t be removing my top, and as soon as Dave is done, my skirt will be lowered to cover myself. Any questions?”
Mom and I both shook our heads, silently agreeing to her terms. When we arrived in the bedroom, Mom instructed, “Julie, for best results, you need to orgasm once or twice to open yourself up before he deposits his sperm.”
Julie looked confused and asked, “How are we going to do that, without him becoming too involved?”
“Do you trust me, Julie? If so, just follow my instructions,” Mom urged.
“Implicitly. Just tell me what to do,” Julie answered.
Mom guided her onto the bed before crawling between her legs and stroking her luscious limbs. “Dave, sit at my makeup table until we’re ready for you.”
I sat and watched as Mom’s head disappeared under Julie’s skirt as she kissed and licked her way up Julie’s thighs. It wasn’t long before slurping noises mixed with Julie’s moans filled the room. Ten minutes later, Julie’s body trembled as she grunted through her climax. Her hips bucked up as Mom lapped up her juices.
“Jesus, Melissa. I didn’t realize a woman’s touch could feel so good. Did you learn that in college?”
Mom withdrew and said, “Something like that, although your pussy is far sweeter than I’ve ever had. It’s time for the next step. Dave, strip and lie beside her.”
I shucked off my clothes and scrambled onto the bed. My prick stood upright, ready for a warm, snug pussy. Julie regained her composure, looked over at me, and gasped, seeing my hard cock. “I thought we agreed on doggy. Why is he lying on the bed?”
Mom helped Julie off the bed and replied, “First, we have to get you accustomed to his length and girth. Cowgirl is the easiest way to do it, and it allows your body to be hidden at the same time. Lower yourself onto him and grind around, loosening your walls so he can impale you deeper for the final step.”
Julie’s face filled with lust as she straddled me, her skirt covering my stomach and legs as she lowered herself.
“Grip his shoulders for support, and I’ll guide him into you,” Mom instructed.
Julie leaned over, her hands grasping me while Mom moved her hands underneath Julie’s skirt. Her eyes locked with mine, filled with the same lust I’d seen in the shower.
Holding my cock by the base, Mom ordered, “Lower yourself, Julie. Once his head is in, I’ll release him, and you can continue at your own pace.”
When the tip of my cock kissed Julie’s slippery slit, I bumped my hips upward, spearing her tight pussy, sinking in a few inches. Julie gasped and groaned as my prick spread her tight walls. Mom released her hold, allowing Julie to take over. Her pussy swallowed a few inches of my prick before raising until I almost slipped out. Repeating the process, she lowered herself and captured more cock with each cycle. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she fucked herself on my pole.
My moans were met with hers as her hungry pussy gobbled my entire length. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she humped me. My hands crept underneath her skirt, and when I stroked her soft legs, her eyes filled with lust and widened. She didn’t object, giving me silent approval to step out of bounds of her guidelines.
I slid my hands further up her legs until I gripped her rounded ass to help her fuck my pole. I lifted and dropped her onto my pelvis while humping my hips up on her downstrokes. Her groans turned into chants as she bounced up and down like a wild woman.
Suddenly, her gooey glove collapsed and surrounded my cock, oiling it up while squeezing tightly. I lay still, afraid of blowing my load. After she’d climaxed, she ceased moving, my cock buried to the hilt as she recovered, inhaling deeply. Finally, she rose, a sucking sound emitted from her soaked slot as my cock pulled free.
Mom guided her into position until Julie’s ass was perched high in the air, ready to be bred. I scurried into position and lifted her skirt far enough to slide my cum-coated cock into her stretched pussy. I easily sank to the bottom, my balls slapping against her mound. I gripped her ass, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and rammed my piston in and out of her wet, boiling-hot pussy. She grunted with each thrust, her body inching forward as I slammed against her body.
The slapping of our bodies colliding together, along with our groans of pleasure, filled the room. Her hips reared backward, meeting my thrusts as we rutted like wild animals. I fucked her through one climax and didn’t allow her to relax, plowing my cock in and out of convulsing, trembling pussy. Breaking her own rules, she murmured, “So fucking good. I’m going to cum again already. Fill me with your sperm, baby. Fuck a baby into your mommy.”
I increased my pace and, feeling my balls tingle, I yanked her into me, my cock bashing into her cervix. She yelped from either pain or pleasure, and her pussy contracted harder than in the previous orgasms. Ropes of potent sperm streamed out and painted her walls. I growled as my prick jerked and pulsed in her clasping cunt. Her pussy milked my cock of every precious drop before I softened and eased out of her pussy. My cock drug out a glob of semen, and as I watched it run down her thigh, Mom scooped it up and stuffed it into Julie’s pussy, sinking her fingers in deeply.
“Fuck, that was good!” Julie exclaimed. “With that much sperm, I bet I’ll be pregnant before long.”
Mom undressed, her face contorted with horny lust, suffering from not having sex the previous night and then having to watch her best friend fuck her son. “Julie, stay in that position so his sperm will find its way into your womb. Do you mind if he fucks me, now? I’m so horny from watching you two, I can’t take it anymore.”
Julie’s eyes widened as she watched Mom flop onto the bed beside her. “No, go ahead. It’ll make me feel better, knowing you’re reclaiming him after being with me.”
Mom motioned for me to bring my cock to her mouth, and when I was close, she licked the remnants of our fucking off before enclosing my cock in her warm mouth. She stroked my thighs while gently sucking my cock, encouraging it to come to life. Five minutes later, I rose to the occasion. Mom released me and gave me that ‘Fuck Me’ look that always sent a chill down my spine.
I crawled onto the bed, placed her legs on my shoulders, and raised her body until my prick was lined up with her pussy. I shoved in, finding her slot already filled with cum. I slammed in hard, forcing the air out of her lungs as she howled with pleasure. I fucked her fast and furious, the bed squealing and creaking from my brutal assault. While Julie’s pussy felt great, Mom’s was on a whole new level. She knew how to rotate her hips to provide the most pleasure to both of us.
When her pussy succumbed to my thrusting and squeezed tightly, I powered through, not even close to my orgasm, from having just cum with Julie. After her last convulsion, I lowered her legs and lowered myself onto her soft body. I wrapped my hands around her tits and squeezed while I resumed fucking her pussy again. We kissed, our eyes locked together, conveying the deep love we held for each other. When we couldn’t suck air in fast enough through our noses, we released our mouths and rested our heads side-by-side.
I faced Julie, who was watching us intently, mesmerized by the sight of a son fucking his mother.
After another ten minutes of fucking my beautiful mother, she exclaimed, “I’m cumming again. Fuck me hard and cum with me. I want to feel your cock explode.”
She wrapped her strong legs around me, using the leverage to lift her hips off the mattress. I flexed my hips and thrust so hard, I thought I’d damage my balls when they smashed against her body. Mom’s body tensed and shook at the start of her climax. When I felt my own encroaching orgasm, Julie leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue snuck into my mouth as my prick blasted off. While I stroked through Mom’s clenching cunt, Julie continued to fuck my mouth with her tongue.
When our bodies were spent and we relaxed, Julie pulled back and smiled widely. She was getting used to breaking her own rules. I wondered how long it’d be before I could ravish her entire body. I smiled in return, mouthing a heartfelt ‘thank you’ to her.
Afterward, we dressed silently, and when we met in the living room, no one spoke of our time together. Julie gave each of us a hug goodbye and, on her way out, asked, “Next Monday sound alright for our next time?”
Mom and I abstained from sex through the weekend, and when Monday arrived, we repeated our performance except that Mom motioned for me to eat Julie’s pussy. When Julie saw my head disappear underneath, she started to object until she felt my tongue slide along her labia.
After bringing her to an orgasm, I deposited another load in her receptive pussy. Mom needed relief again, bringing me to life again with a blowjob, and then opted also to be bred like a bitch in heat, propping herself on all fours beside Julie.
Before Julie left, she asked, “Dave, would you mind coming over for dinner Tuesday night? You could mow the lawn on Wednesday, and then we could return here for a barbecue before our next session.”
“Sounds great!” Mom replied for me.
Tuesday night at dinner, Julie avoided eye contact with me as Dad peppered me with questions about my life as a single guy again. “Dave, what do you do when my wife and ex-wife are with you all day?”
Was he suspicious? I wondered if Julie acted differently in bed with him, making him wonder if she was having an affair. With his history, I could understand why he’d be leery, especially with such a hot wife as Julie. Without thinking of a good answer, I replied, “Study mostly. I’m nearly ready to finalize my GED, and then I’m going to start taking courses at the community college.”
“I’m proud of you, Dave,” he said, sincerely. “You’ve recovered nicely from your divorce, and I wish you the best in college.”
The next morning at breakfast, Dad asked, “What do you guys have planned for today? Going out or just hanging around?”
Julie jumped in and replied, “While I clean house, he’s going to mow the lawn. After that, we’ll go to Melissa’s house for a barbecue. I’ll spend the afternoon chatting with Melissa while he studies.”
Dad paused, collecting his thoughts, then said, “Sounds like a great day. Maybe I’ll drop by for lunch. Sounds better than eating out.”
Julie’s expression didn’t reveal anything as she smiled widely and replied, “We’d love to have you. I’ll tell Melissa to throw on an extra steak. Noon sound good?”
“Yeah, I may be a few minutes after that as I have to drive, but it should be around then. Got to run, dear,” he said as he rose, kissed her, and exited to his car. After we heard him drive off, Julie sighed and admitted, “That was close. I was so scared that he knew something that I almost blew it.”
“You were great,” I consoled her. “But we’d better postpone our afternoon activities, though, just in case.”
It was a hot, muggy day, and I was soaked with sweat by the time I finished working the yard. It wasn’t even eleven yet, so I knew I had time to shower before heading home. Even though my core temperature was hot, the warm spray of the shower felt good as I soaped up my body. Suddenly, the shower door opened and Julie stepped in, clad in the thin, blue undies she wore on the day of the gravel incident.
She stood in front of me, allowed the shower spray to wet her body, and then turned around, facing me, with a broad smile. I looked down and saw her hard nipples and bush plastered to the thin material as before. My stiff prick bobbed, and seeing my smile, she asked, “You remembered?”
“Do you know how many times I whacked off to the vision of you from that day?” I asked, chuckling.
Her smile grew, as well as the lust in her eyes. “Let’s do a repeat, only this time, don’t be such a gentleman.”
I soaped her body, caressing and feeling every square inch of her soft skin while she gripped my sides. When I unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor, her fingers dug in as she gasped. I filled my hands with her large, round breasts and playfully squeezed them. When my fingertips enclosed around her nipples, I leaned down and kissed her. Her hands flew to the back of my head, pulling me tightly to her. Her breasts heaved in my hands as we French kissed as lovers. So much for her rules, but then again, maybe she meant them to be only followed in Mom’s presence.
My hands lowered and shoved her panties down until they lay on top of her bra. I slipped my fingers into her slot to find it juicy and tight. Guiding her to the wall, I lifted one of her legs and shoved it outward. With my free hand, I guided my cock into her horny hole. She screamed with delight when I shoved upward, impaling my prick into her slick sheath.
She held both my shoulders with her hands, lifted her other leg, and wrapped it around me. I slammed her into the shower wall and fucked her until her pussy tightened and her body shivered with her climax. I kept hammering her through her convulsing channel, her body shaking and jerking the entire time. “Fuck, I’m cumming again! Fuck me hard and fill me with your sperm, baby.”
She bounced up and down while I rammed my prick in as deep as I could go and blasted off a load. She groaned and grunted as I filled her cunt full of sticky sperm. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for air. I could feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest and knew mine was just as strong. “Damn, that was good,” I whispered, easing my prick out of her pussy.
She lowered her legs, kissed me gently, and replied, “For me too. The funny thing is that your fantasy of that eventful day was exactly like mine. I had to fuck myself silly for an hour after you left.”
We rinsed off, stepped out of the stall, and dried each other off, spending an excessive amount of time rubbing the towel over our bodies. When finished, she laid a sloppy kiss on me, her hard nipples jutting into my chest. I felt a pang in my groin, but before I could act, she turned, picked up her soaked undies, and said, “I need to go throw these in the washer. Stay here until I come back.”
I gripped my cock and thought of the fantastic fuck I’d just had, and as a result, it became stiff and throbbed.
“Dave, please come here,” she called out.
When I walked into my bedroom, my prick jutted upward at the sight of her nude body on my bed. Her knees were up in the air, her heels dug into the mattress, snuggled up to her ass. Her legs couldn’t be any further apart. Her pussy, split open and juicy. Her red, bloated labia were wet with her juices. Her tits stood proudly on her chest, capped with dark brown, hard nipples. Her smile and hungry eyes drew me in. “Dave, I’m your mother, also. Make love to me like you do your other mother.”
Remembering her rules, I stupidly remarked, “You know I’ll be shooting blanks. My load of sperm has already been deposited.”
She giggled at my insistence on following her conditions. “The shower fuck was for the baby. This one is for me. Rules are made to be broken. Now get down here and fuck your mother.”
That was good enough for me. My prick easily slid in, and we made love, rather than fuck. Our hands explored and caressed our bodies as we slowly fucked. I brought her to one orgasm by twisting and sucking on her hard nipples while plowing into her. I varied the angle of my prick, scraping across areas of her pussy that hadn’t been touched before. She had another orgasm, which lasted for several minutes, then wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her body until my prick exploded. We kissed while our orgasms fired off, flooding our bodies with endorphins.
We lay there in a state of euphoria when it hit me that we had to be at Mom’s at noon. We disengaged, dressed, and while I pedaled back home, she drove. We made it there with ten minutes to spare. She’d called Mom earlier about Dad, so she not only had enough food for him but had also dressed in pants and a heavy blouse, nothing sexy. Julie followed suit, not wanting Dad to think they’re flirting with anyone.
After filling my plate, I slipped out to the quiet table beneath the backyard tree, putting some distance between myself and Julie and Mom. They were immersed in a conversation on the deck while pampering Amy, sitting in her high chair. I brought my study book along and flipped through a few pages as I ate.
When Dad arrived ten minutes later, Julie sprang up and fixed a plate for him. He sat and ate with them, engaging them in conversation. When almost finished, he wandered over to me and asked, “Why aren’t you eating with Julie and Melissa? I don’t think you’ll find more beautiful company than those two.”
“Too noisy, Dad,” I replied. Lifting my book, I added, “I’m cramming for my tests, and their chatting is endless.”
He turned, and I couldn’t discern from his expression what he was thinking. Did he suspect us?
After he left, we decided we’d have to be more discreet. Julie went home after lunch, and Mom demanded I pound her pussy while telling her about my time with Julie in the morning. Her orgasms seemed stronger than ever, knowing I was breeding Dad’s wife. I wondered if it was some kind of revenge for her, cuckolding her cheating ex-husband, but I didn’t press her; more than willing to help her out.
Our routine after that would be Julie coming over mid-morning, and Mom would watch the road while I made love to Julie. The premise of limiting our fucking to being non-emotional and only for impregnation was soon discarded. She was a wonderful lover, and once again, I had to hand it to Dad for finding such alluring, sexual partners. There were a few days she wouldn’t leave until she achieved half a dozen orgasms.
After a week, Julie convinced Mom to engage with each other in a closer, intimate relationship. When I finished with Julie each time, Mom and she would make love. I was thankful for Julie taking some of the pressure off of pleasuring Mom before she left for home. We continued for two weeks and then stopped, waiting for the return of Julie’s period of ovulation.
One afternoon, Mom stepped out of the bathroom, her face radiant with emotion. Even before she spoke, I saw the joy in her eyes and knew she was pregnant. She dragged me to the bedroom and we celebrated the rest of the day making love and making plans for our baby.
During Julie’s next ovulation cycle, Mom remained in the living room, playing with Amy while I played with Julie in our bedroom. She thrashed and fucked with wild abandon, evidently missing our time together. She sucked me to hardness after each time I came and got three out of me, while she had close to a dozen. I was exhausted and knew I wouldn’t have much left for Mom.
Afterward, we joined Mom in the living room, where Julie shared the news of her pregnancy. Mom let out a delighted laugh and teased, “So, you took advantage of my son, knowing you were already pregnant? I should scold you for that, except for the fact that I’m incredibly thrilled to hear you’re pregnant. And for the record, I have news of my own. I’m expecting, too. I’m pretty sure it happened in Hawaii, where he dumped gallons of sperm into my pussy.”
They laughed and Julie remarked, “He truly is a motherfucker, impregnating both of his mothers. I want to thank both of you for helping me. Although I fear I’ve fallen in love with your son, more than a mother should.”
“You and me both, sister,” Mom said, giggling. “How are you and Frank doing? You haven’t drifted away or denied him sex, have you?”
“We’re doing really well. He’s over the moon about the baby, and if anything, our intimacy has only deepened. I love him dearly and the last thing I want is to hurt him,” she said, her expression revealing the emotional weight of her inner conflict.
Two weeks later, Julie joined us for lunch, saying she had something important to discuss. As we ate, she shared the news. “Frank was offered a major promotion, but it’s on the East Coast. He wants us to relocate immediately so we’ll be settled in before I’m too far along in my pregnancy. I’m going to miss you both terribly, but I think it’s a godsend in one way, allowing me to sever my relationship with Dave.”
“I’m so happy for you,” Mom said with a warm smile. With a playful glint in her eye, she added, “So, no more cheating, okay? I want you to behave and raise your child as a faithful, loving mother.”
Julie stood, grabbed my hand, and, while leading me to the bedroom, called out, “No more after today. I want one last memory with your son.”
It would be a lasting memory for both of us; we fucked in every possible position. Afterward, we hugged our nude bodies tightly together, relishing our final time together. We both cried and giggled, relating the times we’d shared through our brief but intense relationship.
The night before Julie and Dad were set to leave, Mom invited them over for dinner. Afterward, when Mom slid an envelope to Dad, a flicker of concern flashed on Julie’s face. I wondered if she thought Mom would betray her and inform Dad of her relationship with me. But I knew better, and when I offered her a reassuring smile, her eyes met mine and softened. She knew I’d never do anything to hurt her.
Dad unfolded the document and exclaimed, “An educational trust for our child? That’s incredibly thoughtful, Melissa. We’ve had our differences over the years, but I’ve always respected your kindness. Thank you.”
Mom offered a gentle smile. “I know it’s only five thousand, but I thought it’d be a solid start, something you can build on for your child’s future.”
It was an emotional farewell, tears flowing freely as everyone embraced one last time. That evening, after our showers, I climbed into bed beside Mom and handed her a small gift box. She opened it, revealing a pair of delicate gold infinity earrings. Her eyes lit up.
“I love them,” she whispered, smiling as she held them up. “I’ll wear them forever. They’re the perfect symbol of our everlasting love. I love you so much.”
She leaned in and kissed me, then reached over to her nightstand and retrieved a small velvet box, opening it to reveal Dad’s ring. Taking my left hand, she gently slid the wedding band I’d worn in Hawaii onto my finger.
“No more hiding. We’re officially married now,” she said softly.
My chest swelled with emotion. That night, we made love slowly and tenderly, savoring every moment. It was a night I’d treasure for the rest of my life.
Over the next few months, I earned my GED and enrolled in courses at the community college. I began helping Mom with her bookkeeping work, and as she guided me through the ins and outs of the trade, I discovered a genuine interest in it. Inspired by her passion and the flexibility it offered, I chose to major in the same field, hoping to eventually build a home-based business together. Just over a year after Amy’s birth, we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world, and our little family grew even stronger.
Cradling her gently in my arms, I couldn’t help but notice how much she already resembled her beautiful mother. Mom’s radiant smile lit up the room, her eyes filled with joy and pride.
“Have you decided on a name yet?” I asked, glancing from her to our newborn.
“Yes, I have,” she replied softly. “I want to name her after your first wife.”
“Lucy?” I asked, my voice tinged with surprise. The hesitation in my tone betrayed my lack of enthusiasm.
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