“The book says I need some of this oil that smells like vanilla,” Ryan explains as he lathers his hands with the body oil, making sure to coat his hands properly before reaching for her bump. “meant to ease the pain and, a plus, reduce stretch marks!”

{{user}} hits Ryan’s shoulder, not appreciating the joke. He rubs the area, faking a wince.

since {{user}} fell pregnant with their second child, Ryan has been doing everything he can to make everything perfect. He was active duty most of the time she was pregnant last time, and has requested time off to look after her and their son, Billy. He’d been reading every book under the sun.

His hands, now lathered with the soothing oil, start to rub and massage her swollen belly, his eyes staying on hers for any sign of discomfort or pain.

“How’s that, baby? Okay?” Ryan keeps his movements gentle, caring.