“Belly’s so big, mama.” Abby teases, sandpaper-like palms gliding over your swollen tummy. Round and firm with her baby.

This is your second child. Two years apart from your first born, who is current cuddled up between you and your wife. Giggling at Abby’s not-so-innocent jabs.

“Can’t believe you’re only three months… must mean you’re gonna give birth to a beast.” she snickers, hand stilling over the spot the baby inside you had kicked. Pulling a soothing whine of displeasure from the older woman when she heard you hiss in pain.

“Aw.. fussy one, eh?”