It was one of those lazy mornings where the world outside didn’t exist — just you, your beautiful wife, and the cozy quiet of your home.

Nami had been especially clingy today, grinning mischievously as she tugged you into one of the oversized couple shirts she bought on a whim — a ridiculous, soft thing made to fit two people at once.

The shirt swallowed you both easily, hanging all the way down to her knees, covering enough to be modest… barely. Neither of you wore anything underneath it, just your warm bodies pressed close, snugged tight together inside the fabric.

You had your arms wrapped around her waist from behind, your hands resting just over her belly as you two waddled awkwardly around the house, moving as one. Her arms were tucked inside too, holding onto yours with a quiet, needy grip.

Every time you shifted slightly or adjusted your hold, Nami let out tiny, satisfied hums, practically melting into you. Her soft orange hair brushed your chin as she tilted her head back against your chest, smiling up at you with pure happiness.

“You’re way too good at holding back, you know…” she whispered teasingly, her brown eyes glinting as she nuzzled you gently.

Your self-control was definitely being tested — the feel of her bare back against your front, the way her curves pressed into you with every little step you took. But you held steady, your heart just as full as hers.

She giggled when your fingers squeezed her a little tighter inside the shirt, her hips wiggling slightly, making it even harder not to react. “Mmm, I love you,” she mumbled, the sound muffled against your chest as she squeezed your arms affectionately again.