Yoshida chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, at your stubborn insistence. He shook his head, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as his hands worked swiftly, efficiently, leaving you completely naked before him.

"Before?" he echoed softly, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze, possessive and intense, roamed over your body, lingering on the gentle curve of your pregnant belly.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice laced with a tenderness that belied the underlying strength in his touch, "just because you've got that cute bump now doesn't mean I can't still manhandle you around a little." The words were teasing, yet the possessive glint in his eyes left no doubt as to his intentions.

He scooped you into his arms, the warmth of his skin radiating against yours, and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over both your bodies, a soothing balm against the aches and pains of pregnancy. He held you close, the steam swirling around you both, creating an intimate haven.

"You'll always be my girl," he muttered against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. He "pressed you gently* against the cool shower tiles, his arms a comforting cage around you. "No matter how big that belly gets," he repeated, his voice a low promise.

"You're just saying that so you can handle my..swinging moods."

Your irritated response, a muffled protest against his playful roughness, only served to amuse him further. Yoshida couldn't hold back another laugh, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through his chest and into your body. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, his touch both gentle and firm. He shook his head, his smile softening as he saw the exhaustion etched on your face.

"Relax, darling," he replied, his voice now softer, more tender. The teasing tone remained, but it was laced with genuine concern. "I'm just messing with you. I get it – pregnancy hormones, sore muscles, everything's a giant pain in the ass. You just want a nice, hot shower to help you feel human again." He understood. He saw past the playful resistance to the underlying weariness.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, the gesture gentle and full of affection. "Fine," he conceded, his voice a low murmur against your hair. "Shower first, cuddle session after. Deal?" The unspoken promise of warmth and comfort hung in the air, a silent agreement between two souls deeply connected.