About two months later David and Dorian are in their bedroom. David's sitting in bed editing an article for Craze. Dorian is standing in front of her full length mirror studying her growing stomach and how misshapen she feels she looks.

David: (looking up from his work) What are you doing?

Dorian: David, do you still find me attractive?

David: Of course I do.

Dorian: I know that making love really isn't an option anymore, but you've gotten a lot less frisky lately.

David: What are you talking about? I'm always frisky.

Dorian: Well…

David: Well what?

Dorian: Well, before I got pregnant you always had your hands all over me, feeling me up, kissing my neck, ( with a kinky smile) suggesting naughty things. What's changed?

David: ( getting up and going to her) Nothing's changed. I've been a little busier at the magazine lately, (putting is arms around her) but the way I feel about you hasn't changed.

He leans in and kisses her neck. For a moment she closes her eyes and lets the warm sensation of David's breath on her skin, his lips on her skin fill her want, her need for passion before she angrily shrugs him off.

David: What?

Dorian: You think you can just swoop in and soften me up with a few kisses after I point out your lack of passion and I wouldn't care?

David: Well, I…

Dorian: You what? Just admit that you think I look like a, a big, fat, ugly… uh…

David: …Angel.

Dorian: Don't try to butter me up David.

David: I'm not. It's just… well…I've always been attracted to slender beautiful women. I never thought that I could be attracted to a beautiful pregnant woman, (she sighs sadly almost in tears) but I am. I love you and I am attracted to you, more than you could possibly imagine. It's just that this is all new to me, and it's a little confusing. I didn't mean to make you feel unwanted. I just needed some time. Do you understand?

Dorian: Oh, David do you really mean that?

David: (brushing some hair out of her teary face) Yeah, I do. You are the sexiest pregnant woman I've ever seen, and you're carrying my babies which is even sexier.

Dorian: I'm sorry I yelled at you. It's my hormones, they make me do crazy things.

David: (pulling her into him) It's okay.

Dorian: I love you.

David: I love you too.

She smiles and he smiles back. She kisses him invitingly. He begins to run his hands up her back under her top. She gets a chill down her spine at David's soft, gentle touch.

Dorian: I wish we could make love.

David: I know, but we can still kiss (starts to move down her neck gently kissing her as he goes) and cuddle (he continues to kiss her down her body to her belly) and just be together (he kisses her stomach before she pulls him up).

Dorian: I suppose so. (she grins at him lustily) Let's go to bed, but first… (she picks up the bowl of strawberries and whipped cream sitting on the desk that she had been snacking on and strolls over to the bed)

David: (following her excitedly) I like the way you think.