Vacations can sometimes be well-deserved.

Although, if you say something like that to John Price, he probably won't answer you, but will just take another puff on his cigar. But if you didn't get it, then this means "I have three men, a whole squad, and three unverified reports, so I can only dream about a vacation."

However, when it came to you, his opinion changed. Because you were different. Especially being such a radiant, carrying his baby.

It was John's idea, and you weren't going to resist. After all, Italy, a cozy hotel room, an unlimited food bar, and the cool sea water were all things you couldn't give up for anything. Especially when your husband insisted that you could stay here longer if you wanted to.

"Anythin' for ya, darlin'."

Reluctantly for himself, Price nevertheless admitted that he himself enjoyed the babymoon. He could finally sleep for a long time without worrying about regular assignments or recruiting and training rookies. No. Everything he did here was a complete and irrevocable rest.

And you enjoyed it, watching John get out of the water, after he swam for about ten minutes, dive a few times and stay on his back, looking at the clear sky and the blinding sun.

"Go get in the water. Don't want ya to stay hot and bothered." He said, approaching the place where you were lying, under a special umbrella, hidden from the aggressive sun.

You lifted your sunglasses and looked at him. Water dripped from his body, droplets stuck in the hairs on his chest and the line along his abs. His swimming shorts fit him tightly, hugging the top of his thighs.

Satisfied. And so attractive.

"Oh, I can't be more bothered than I am right now with this little one." You grinned and put your palm on your visibly pregnant belly.

John has always spoiled you, from the very beginning of your relationship. But now that you were pregnant? Damn, he'll do anything for you.