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He’d been gone for so long, this last job requiring four miserable weeks without him at home, instead some 3,500 kilometers away in New York City. Damn, but Vinna missed him. She missed his smile and the sound of his voice. In the mornings, she ached for the heat and smell of his body that lingered on the sheets after Angelo woke and went to start the kettle.

This trip, Vinna missed him more than normal. Most likely, she figured, because of the pregnancy. In the last month, her body had changed so drastically, she knew Angelo would be shocked when he saw her. She was a little concerned regarding how he’d feel about her body; a body that had always been slim and slender was now swollen and stretched.

His flight landed late last night. By the time he’d gotten home and showered, the man was exhausted. They’d talked, laughed, touched. They did make love, but it was rushed and quick, both eager to be together.

Vinna smiled as she fixed the tea, remembering the feel of his chest pressed against her back. The warmth of his breath on her neck. His rough hands traveling her body.

She rose early this morning. She showered and, slipping on his shirt and throwing her blonde hair into a messy bun, Vinna ran to the bakery to get breakfast, which she planned to serve him in bed.

But not yet. She had other ideas for this morning. Now, clad only in his shirt and her underthings, she made her way down the hall. When she reached their bedroom door, a steaming cup in each hand, she stopped and admired him.

Lost in a book, it took a moment for him to look up.

“I wondered where you were.” He smiled, his eyes taking in her body, the white bra and knickers beneath his open shirt. Angelo’s gaze lingered on her belly, now round and full at 28 weeks. “Come here,” he said, closing the book.

Vinna settled on the bed. “I got fresh scones. Are you hungry?” she asked, taking a sip.

“A real scone,” Angelo joked, “You’d think by now, they figured out how to make scones in New York.” His hand reached out, gently touching her belly. A finger trailed down its side. “How are you feeling?”

She nodded. “Well enough, I suppose. Not so tired all the time like I was when you left.” She watched his hand on her belly, his eyes memorized as they moved over her new shape. “I can feel the baby move a lot now. I bet you’ll be able to as well.”

His fingers played at her belly button, which now popped out past the rest of her skin. “When did this happen?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Last week.”

He nodded. Then grinned, fingers moving quick, “Is it still ticklish?”

Vinna pulled away, giggles erupting from her. “Of course!”

“Can I push it back in?” He teased, pushing against her belly button before smoothing his hand around her round belly.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” he said. “Come here, I want to feel my baby.”