"I don't actually care, you know," John said, as he knelt.
Mary smirked. "Yes you do. You're just trying to make me feel better, you considerate bastard."
John held up his hands. "No, I... In sickness and in health, Mary. Body hair's hardly a blip on the monitor."
Mary leaned down and caressed his cheek. "It drives you wild when my legs are smooth," she murmured. "I couldn't bear to deny you." She sat up straight and passed him the razor. "So get cracking, you."
"Pregnancy is one surprise after another," John groused. He kissed her kneecap. "Now, hold still."
