I married my Cousin

My cousin I'll David 32 very quiet and very smart, his career was booming, and he had moved to Europe. My career was a dismal failure; I (28) hadn't enough money or skills to change career. Then an offhand remark got me thinking, David was mentioned as perfect husband material. Easy going and a success. But never expected to ever marry, due to his quietness and shyness around strangers. He was shy even around me but not nearly as much as complete strangers. Luckily, he came back for the funeral of my father, my mother died in a car crash years earlier. His parents were both gone they were taken in the pandemic had always been heavy smokers and had weal lungs as a result. Nothing really left for me to stay for now my father had passed away of cancer. No home of my own we'd always rented. With David staying with me I made my move, and it was easier than I thought it would be. He just went along with my actions, too shy to protest I believe. Anyway, now we had fucked and I had him wrapped around my little finger as they say. I suggested I return to Europe with him, and he agreed by just nodding. Sex became regular between us; I wanted to get pregnant asap. Which I did 2 months later, with different surname it was easy to marry with just our passports. Our son was born last December and is very healthy David really likes being a father and is the perfect husband for me.