Marcus stood by the bathroom ajar door with his arms against the doorpost, his frame against the door, his humorous gaze fixed on Kiara's quirky lips as she sat on the jacuzzi in a pink bathrobe.
He sauntered from the door to where she had her lotions and shampoo, he found the right product she requested, handing it to her.
"You're beautiful in that robe!" Marcus offered affectionately.
"You don't think I'm fat?"
"All I think of is how beautiful you look carrying our baby!" She bit his lower lips.
"That's enough now, Babe! Enough of the flattery!" She giggled.
"A boy or girl?" She asked delightfully.
"I don't want to get my hopes high! But I'd say a girl for sure!"
She vehemently shook her head, "I don't want a competition, for me a boy!" She applied some moisturizers.
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