The sunlight streamed through the blinds in their bedroom, catching the edges of Grace’s swollen belly as she shifted to get comfortable on the oversized lounger Jullian had insisted on ordering for her third-trimester comfort. Her skin glowed, framed by one of his loose shirts and her hair pulled up in the laziest of buns. Jullian sat at the edge of the bed, one hand absently massaging her feet, the other skimming through emails on his tablet.
“You do realise that foot rubs like this are setting unrealistic expectations for the rest of our lives,” Grace teased, her voice half a purr, half a groan of relief.
“I’m a man of consistency,” Jullian replied without missing a beat, shooting her a grin. “Foot rubs now, foot rubs when you’re eighty and yelling at the grandkids.”
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