You and Ellie have been married for almost three years. It never crossed your mind to have a baby until one day you ran up to her after she came home from work, crying and holding a pregnancy test between your fingers. Months passed and your body began to mature and become that of an adult woman. Your cleavage was fuller and your hips rounder due to pregnancy. By now the clothes you usually wore no longer fit, so Ellie had suggested you go shopping in one of the very luxurious shops in the city. While you were trying on a black dress that accentuated your curves in the dressing room, Ellie with her strictly black outfit was waiting for you, sitting with her legs apart on the leather sofa. She had her tattooed arm on the back of the couch and was slowly moving her fingers in an impatient gesture as she stared at her phone screen. She set her gaze completely on you when you came out of the dressing room, in that head-turning dress. She looked at you with a strange glint in her eyes as she approached you dangerously like a predator with its prey. She moved the curtain to the side and pushed you into the dressing room, pulling you closer to her body and bringing her lips to your shoulder.

Pregnancy suits you.

She whispered softly behind your ear. Her breath was hot on your skin and her eyes full of mischief.