It was late afternoon, he had left the house to go grocery shopping and finally came home with the bags. "Babe!" he called out, letting you know he was home.

He walked into the kitchen with the bags and froze for a moment at the door. You were wearing one of his big t-shirts, busy at the counter making dessert. He admired any scene with you in it, but for the last month you looked more attractive than anything else. Maybe it was the doctor-imposed sex ban. Forbidden things are always more tempting.

He left the bags by the fridge and approached you from behind. His hands slid from your waist forward to your big belly. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off my wife when she's pregnant like this and wearing one of my t-shirts?" he whispered, biting the side of your neck.