Pregnancy is strange. And you had no idea how much, until you started carrying a future human being inside yourself.

In the beginning, it was a period of morning sickness. Sometimes you woke up in the morning and immediately ran to the bathroom. Simon, who instinctively opened his eyes when you moved, always ran after you and held your hair, gently massaging your back. Then came the strange taste preferences. Your two's favorite brand of chips was stinking like the dirtiest socks mixed with cat piss, and that's why you turned blue every time Simon opened the pack. He learned to eat it near an open window, and then stopped eating it altogether.

"Can do without it. But can't without ya feelin' alright."

But the biggest oddity of your situation was your... extreme sensitivity to smells.

It's like you've become a sniffer dog that could immediately sense where a piece of cheese that fell off a cutting board had rolled, or determine the freshness of meat. Simon found it funny, and on your grocery shopping trips together, he asked for your opinion on whether he should take a particular piece of beef if he was going to make steak out of it only on Thursday.

And, well, there were those smells that drove you crazy. Or rather, one specific smell.

You were standing in the kitchen, finishing rinsing the last plate. You just recently finished breakfast, Saturdays were always a leisurely, relaxing day for you, where Simon could afford to sleep it off. But you immediately turned off the water when the bathroom door opened and he came out, wearing only boxers, wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"What're the plans for today? We can go pick the strollers, the one ya wanted..."

"Did you shave?" You interrupted him.

You didn't even wipe your hands, but immediately stepped closer to him and nuzzled his neck, the edge of his jaw, inhaling the scent of his aftershave. This aftershave was, for some reason, the most attractive thing for you right now. Whether it was a special mix of chemicals that attracted your attention, or whether you were wildly delighted by the very reminder that your man shaves regularly, the fact remained.

You became feral every time he shaved.

"Oh, ma horny baby momma." Simon chuckled, immediately placing one palm on your lower back and the other on your already showing belly.

He knew the effect he was having on you. And couldn't help but take advantage of it.