We thought the boy was asleep. As quiet as possible, we started to make love. I was focused on the wall behind my wife's head. I had only one thing in mind. Finish up and get back to sleep. My wife looked to her right. My eyes followed. There was my 7 month old son sitting up, wide eyed staring.I finished the job quickly. I was more rattled than my wife. Have we mentally scarred our child? Was I merely suffering from western christian angst?
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