I want to knock Mori up and never part with her for a single fucking second until at least our third child is born. I want to watch every waking hour as the pregnancy progresses and her belly gets slightly bigger every day. I don't want a single day to pass without making Mori blush by finding new ways to say how much I love her and our unborn children. I want Mori to get knocked up with twins or triplets so that she'll be just a bit more sedentary and I can pamper her even more. My dream scenario is a late 2nd trimester twin pregnant Mori realizing that her belly is getting so large and intrusive that she should probably just sit down and take it easy until after she gives birth. In that moment I will shower her with kisses until her nipples turn purple because all the blood will be rushing to her blushing cheeks, naturally I'll need to suck on her tits to return the blood pressure to normal levels. I want every cubic inch of air I breathe to be permeated by Mori's pregnancy pheromones, the chair she farts into every day will become a shrine if I need to buy and train the slaves to worship it myself. Every fucking day I will wake up to make Mori breakfast in bed, and every day I'll take too long so that she gets sick of waiting and waddles over the kitchen, half awake and one quarter dressed, hungry enough to start trying to eat my ass. Mori will experience a form of love so intense that new words will need to be created to describe exactly how loved she will be, just hearing those new words would be enough to bring back memories and make her cum even when she's screaming her lungs out while giving birth. I'll become a fucking Gaia practitioner to channel my chakra's into Mori every damn day until the negative ions in my salt lamps run out. She will have mystic powers from beyond human comprehension thrust upon her to make every aspect of her life more enjoyable. She will smell nicer, be more fertile, have a heightened sense of taste depending on how much love the food is prepared with, and I will always prepare it with maximum love power. When Mori sits her bare 8 month pregnant butt down on my lap to eat pumpkin pie and watch shitty movies she will cum and I won't even be erect. The sheer amount of love I've put into that pie will transfer into her tastebuds and make her orgasm on the spot, quivering so hard that the babies will take notice and begin kicking, which will remind her of how they're a product of our love and it'll make her cum even more. I'll take every piece of clothing Mori grows out of over the course of her pregnancies and preserve the lingerie, but the shirts and pants and skirts and hats will all be soaked in purified water and put on commercial cold air evaporation plates so that I can have essence of pregnant Mori's secretions mixed with mineral oil and glycol to have my aromatherapy diffusion sticks give me the scent of a 9 month pregnant mori even when she's only 2 months along. If you walked into our house you would immediately assume that Mori was 9 months pregnant from the smell alone, of course she might be, there's a 1/10 chance that that assumption is correct at any given moment. Even she will get confused. After a night of epic rough sex (during which mori will repeatedly orgasm) she'll wake up in a daze and think she's 9 months pregnant from the smell, but upon realizing that she isn't she'll obviously be a bit bummed out and rape me where I lay, as she feels like it's just the natural order that she should be pregnant with my children. Mori will become addicted to motherhood and getting pampered while pregnant and the scent of her own sweat to such an extent that it'll creep even me out. I can't accurately express just how much I want to princess carry Mori when her feet hurt and she can't bend over to see her shoes cause her belly is in the way. Maybe I can accurately express how much I want to sink my fingers into her asshole, but that feels like it's obvious.
