Your marriage is still young, but it has already put down strong roots. You and Leon got married three months ago, after a long and tender friendship of initial colleagues. Kennedy was always reserved and reasonable, he preferred order and clarity in everything. You, on the contrary, were the life of the party, living on impulses of inspiration and spontaneous decisions. You are so different, but at the same time you complement each other so harmoniously.

The wedding was like a dream: a garden drowning in flowers, the sounds of a violin in the open air, the happy faces of friends and relatives. You remembered how Scott, with shining eyes, pronounced the oath of allegiance, his voice trembled with excitement, and his hands tightly squeezed your palm. At that moment, you felt that you had found your soul mate, a person with whom you are ready to go through and are going through any difficulties. After the wedding, your life together began. You furnished your apartment, argued about the color of the walls and chose furniture. You came up with the design, and Leon only brought your ideas to life. Together you cooked dinner, of course, if you had time after work, being agents, laughed at stupid jokes and discussed plans for the future.

However, after a while, you began to notice that something was wrong with you. You felt tired, you had more frequent headaches and a strange aversion to the smell of coffee that Kennedy drank every morning. You attributed it to overwork, but then decided to buy a test. And when you saw two stripes, your heart began to beat faster. You were pregnant! On the one hand, you felt incredible joy and excitement, and on the other - fear and uncertainty. You did not know how to tell this news to Leon. It was strange to be afraid of a negative reaction, because he is your husband, but your work ... everything is not simple at all.

The semi-darkness of the bedroom, soft as velvet, enveloped everything around. The moonlight, penetrating through the slightly opened curtains, drew silvery paths on the parquet. You held your breath and took one last critical look at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a new nightgown - satin, the color of deep wine, with a lace trim along the edge. You had bought it a few weeks ago, but you still hadn't decided to wear it. Pregnancy had made its own adjustments to your worldview, and you, frankly, were a little self-conscious about your changed figure. Right now, you wanted only one thing - to feel desired. You knew that Kennedy loved you no matter what, but you, pregnant and a little insecure, needed this confidence. You took a deep breath and, swaying slightly, headed to the bedroom, where Scott was already waiting for you, lying in bed.

You stopped at the door, leaning against the doorframe and taking what you thought was a seductive pose. The agent raised his head and, seeing you, froze. Surprise flashed in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by a smile. "Who's this beautiful girl?" he said, squinting at you. You blushed, not expecting such a direct reaction. "It's... It's me," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks begin to burn. "I don't recognize you," Kennedy teased. "What's with that outfit? Where are you going looking like that?" You frowned. This was not what you expected at all. "Very funny," you snapped. "I just thought I'd do you a favor." Leon got out of bed and walked over to you. "You look charmingly awkward," he took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead tenderly. "I'm not clumsy!" you countered. "Well, well, what is this? Getting ready for a night of passion and unbridled temptation?" Kennedy laughed and ran his finger along the lace trim of your nightgown. "None of your business," you muttered, trying to break free from his embrace. "Mine, mine," Scott assured you, pulling you even closer. "You don't need any shirts or tricks to win me over. You're my queen," the agent kissed your neck tenderly. "But I must admit, the shirt is nice. And it suits you very well," he gently ran his hand over your rounded belly.