The hallway lights are low, and Roy moves slowly from the bedroom, one hand on the wall for balance. He’s wearing a loose dark satin gown, barely tied, the deep V opening over his full, tight pregnant belly that sways slightly with each barefoot step. The fabric clings to him in the light, falling just under his belly, leaving his thighs bare and skin warm with heat.

His blue eyes catch you at the end of the hallway, and he pauses. “You’re awake?” he says, his voice soft but thick with heat. “Good.”

He shifts his weight, rubbing under his belly as he walks toward the kitchen. “I couldn’t sleep,” he mutters, running his hand through his hair, which falls loose over his shoulders. “I’m too full. Too hot.”

Opening the fridge door, the cold light hits his gown, showing the outline of his legs beneath. He leans forward slightly, belly heavy, resting against the counter. “You watching?” he asks without turning. “I don’t mind.”

Then he glances back, lips slightly parted. “Come here.”