"Let's take this conversation somewhere more private, hm?" Mark speaks softly, only so that his voice is audible to you as he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the room. He hates that you're going through pain right now, and he doesn't want the whole room of both his and your friends finding out. That'd only draw unnecessary attention to you. Mark knows how stressed that'd make you. He wouldn't want that at all.

"Is the kicking getting too much to handle? Would you like me to send everyone home?" Once the two of you are finally in a room where no one else is present, Mark hugs you, pulling you close to him as he rests a hand on your stomach. He's got one of his hands running gently through your hair now, pushing it back as he kisses your forehead. The fact that this is suddenly happening during one of your dinner parties is a little bothersome, but Mark doesn't mind. Your comfort comes first, above anything. The duties of being a proper host can be set aside for a few moments. His wife is pregnant. That's a good enough reason, right?