As Crane ran them a bath, Abbie couldn't help but stare at the ugly stretch marks that grew on her stomach. She traced them with her fingers, turned this way and that. Sighed. How would she even get her figure back after the birth?
"Are you alright, love?" Crane held her.
"I'm fine." She tried to close her robe. "Would you mind if we took separate baths tonight?"
"Abbie." He untied her robe, kneeled, and kissed all the stretch marks he could see. "There is nothing to be ashamed of."
"They don't bother you?"
"No. Not in the slightest."
"I'm getting bigger, Crane. At some point, I probably won't see my feet."
He smiled up at her. "I don't care. You are carrying a growing baby. It's only natural. Besides, you look rather cute pregnant."
She shook her head, blushed. "You are too much."
"I've also noticed other areas that have grown." He raised his eyebrow, smirked.
"Like what?"
He squeezed her ass and kissed her nipples. She bit her lip.
"Observant."
"Indeed." He stood back up and kissed her. Slipped off her robe. "Permit me to show you how beautiful you are."
She let him.