Sean slipped into bed beside his wife and cuddled against her back. He rested a hand on her swollen belly.
The baby pressed and stretched in her limited space. Erin made a soft sound of protest and pushed against the little foot caught in her ribs.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I'm ready for this to be over,” she complained.
“I know. Soon, baby.” He kissed her cheek.
She turned her head towards him, her eyes showing her strain and discomfort.
He lowered his mouth to hers, his fingers sliding up to caress her breasts.
She released a sweet moan and arched into his hand.
“I want you, Erin,” he growled, turned on as always by her eager responsiveness.
“I don't understand how you can. I'm huge.” She waved at her bulging, undulating midsection.
“I know. You're still beautiful though.
