The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed their bedroom in a warm, intimate light. Sri lay on her side, her six-month pregnant belly a gentle curve under the thin sheet, her full breasts straining against her loose nightgown. Abhishar watched her from the edge of the bed, his eyes tracing the swell of her hips and the way her skin seemed to glow with that pregnancy radiance. He reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning in to press his lips to her neck. Sri sighed, arching slightly as his fingers slipped under the hem of her gown, pushing it up to expose her rounded stomach. He kissed her there, his mouth warm and reverent against the taut skin, feeling the faint flutter of their baby inside.