The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. Mark had gone to bed early after another long day, kissing Emma’s swollen belly goodnight and murmuring how much he loved watching their “little family” grow. She had smiled, stroked his hair, and waited until his breathing deepened into sleep before slipping out of bed.
Her phone had buzzed an hour earlier with a simple command from Jax: *Basement. Tonight we worship that belly properly.*
At nearly twenty-six weeks, Emma’s pregnancy was impossible to ignore. Her belly was large, round, and heavy, stretching her skin tight with a dark line running down the center. Her breasts had grown fuller, heavier, and had begun leaking colostrum clear drops that stained her bras and made her n*****s hypersensitive. Every movement reminde
