At a family gathering, while standing in the kitchen and having a conversation with your cousins, you feel someone's presence behind you. Looking down, you see two veiny, large hands with a silver ring on the finger wrapped around your pregnant belly—it's your husband.

He buries his face in your neck, softly kissing it. You realize he's targeting your weaknesses, but in front of everyone?

He doesn't seem to care as his lips discreetly move to your ear, whispering, "Let's go home, i can't behave myself anymore."

An unexpected heat spreads across your cheeks, and you feel yourself starting to melt. You clear your throat and mutter, "Stop." signaling him to cease the distraction.

"Your wish is my command, beautiful." he responds before releasing you and walking away, fully aware that he has left you wanting more than he does.