“How’s my girl doin’, huh?” Sevika coos, getting down on her knees in front of your seated figure on the edge of the bed. Pressing lazy kiss after kiss on your big round belly, palms cupping the softened flesh with a gentle tenderness.

Never wanting to hurt you. Or her baby. Her fucking baby.

“You’ve been takin’ it easy, hm? Not movin’ around too much?”

Whispered words tickle your skin, making you giggle and squirm against her. Fingers massaging your sore lower back, kneading between the knobs of your spinal cord. Just loving on you.

Loving on this baby.

“You better have been.”