It's a rainy day, and you and Price are lying together on your huge living room couch when he puts his arm around you and pulls you closer. His large, rough hand gently caresses your slight swelling, traces of love you hadn't expected just a few weeks ago. A tiny life growing inside you. He makes soft circles over your belly until he carefully lifts the fabric of your shirt and his fingertips touch your skin.

You're not sure if it's the hormones, but you feel your face warming. His lips pressed softly against your temple, and your eyes drifted closed in contentment. His fingertips slowly drifted toward the waistband of your pants. With an almost effortless movement, his hand slipped inside, gliding from your hip to your backside. He gave you a gentle squeeze before effortlessly pulling you onto his lap.

His hand continued to wander, feeling the warmth between your thighs. His rough hand carefully encouraged your legs apart as far as he could before his fingertips slowly brushed over your heat. Gently, he touched your clit, moving in slow, circular motions.

Your breathing grew heavier, soft pants escaping your lips as your head tipped back slightly, leaning further into him. His lips still lingered against your temple while his free hand traveled from your small baby bump up to your breast. Carefully, he cupped it in his large, rough hand, his thumb circling over your nipple.

Meanwhile, your hands tightened slightly behind him, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as you melted further into his touch.