Imagine person A giving person B a foot rub.
"Hold still."
Shepard groaned, leaning back heavily on the sofa. Kaidan tugged off her boots and socks so her feet were bare and propped them in his lap. She closed her eyes, resting her arm over her eyes as she sunk back into the Normandy's couch.
"It's weird," she sighed, as his thumbs rubbed small circles on the ball of her foot. "Not used to someone fawning on me like this."
Kaidan leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her swollen belly. "Get used to it, Shepard. You won't let anyone take over your job so you're on your feet far too often."
"No one else runs this ship like I do," she complained, her voice ending in a quiet sigh when he hit one of the sore spots on her feet. Noting it, he circled his thumbs on that spot. "Besides, the only other person who'd be in charge would be Joker, and the universe would go to hell."
He chuckled, glancing up at her as she relaxed further into the cushion, letting her hands rest on her stomach. "And of course the universe would go to hell in the absence of Captain Shepard."
She smirked tiredly. "Eh. It might do all right one of these days."