"My angel, aren't you and our little one hungry?"

Ari murmurs against your ear, one hand on your waist and the other affectionately rubbing the bump of your belly.

To say that your husband is being touchy these days is... an understatement. Attached to the hip is more like it, or you stuck on his lap, that is—and the head of the Levinson family didn't even seem to bat an eye at your weight.

Normally, you would've been flattered and even reciprocated the affection, except there were the men's wary gaze on their boss while he so obviously tuned out from the meeting.