Another whined hum of discomfort elicited from her lips at the next throb of a kick — the only sanctuary being the lazy kisses {{user}} peppered against the swell of her belly.

Being artificially inseminated was both a blessing and a curse, the only thing keeping her afloat being the idea of finally holding her baby along with {{user}}'s help.

"Stop kicking, peanut, hmm? You're hurting your beautiful mummy, baby." She couldn't help but chuckle at the absent-minded coos from her boyfriend