[FM] 280 words: Becoming re-acquainted with my husband six weeks after giving birth

Loving Henry as a partner was incomparable to loving him as the father of our child. We waited the full six weeks before having sexual contact, our routines adjusting as my body slowly stitched itself back together. Intimacy became intentional, familial instead of sexual. Taking time for skin-to-skin contact with our child instead of just each other, reframing my breasts as producing food instead of pleasure.

The morning of, Henry exhaustedly fed me breakfast, our child latched onto my nipple. “Input and output,” I joked while taking his offered bite of oatmeal, my laughter fading as the date notification pinged our phones in unison.

Our eyes met, and I knew we were on the same page.

Henry put the baby down for a nap while I showered, grateful to have some time to breathe. He was there holding out a towel when I turned off the water. He wrapped me up in it, brushing his lips against my neck slowly. I buried my face in his chest as one of his hands trailed down my body, all thoughts of stretch marks and loose skin evaporating, replaced with thoughts of him.

We took our time, Henry’s fingers exploring me with the gentleness of a first encounter and the familiarity of a long-term partner. By the time his cock pushed inside me from behind several minutes later, it was as comfortable as our wedding night. My chest rested on the sink, our eyes locked together in the mirror.

It ended in under a minute, his face resting against my back as he let out groans of pleasure and apology. I kissed each of his fingers in turn. It felt like home.

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