The bed rocks gently in time with their bodies. MC is stiff and warm in his arms, her back curved against his chest and her feet tucked up near his knees.

The baby is always so peaceful afterwards, letting their mother rest for the night in peace, she has told him when he expressed some reticence about such activities, and that is saying something with how much the kid likes to kick. The due date is upon them, and it is hard to think about that and about how her warm body clenches around him at the same time.

MC has not lost her sex drive yet though, and she has only grown lusher and more beautiful with each successive week. In the tangle of post-coital sheets, she glows like they say a mother should, and Hyun looks forward to seeing that as much as he had loved watching her before they got pregnant, when she would sprawl panting and grinning after a rough go.

"Going to come?" He asks.

He levers himself up enough to brush aside a messy lock of hair from her forehead and tease a kiss along the soft shell of her ear.

"Not if you stop." MC says, cheeks pinked.

Now it is easier for her when they spoon, but even a few short weeks ago, she preferred being on top of him, riding him at her own pace, her breasts and hair swaying. He cannot remember whether he had ever seen something so erotic in his life.

"If I don't stop for a bit, I'll come." Hyun admits.

The swell of her breast is heavy as he slides his hand to cup the fullness of it, and when a thin trickle of watery milk leaks from the tip, he slowly rubs it into her skin. She twitches at that, hips jerking back to seat him deeper inside her. He does it again, and she moans and twists, offers her mouth up for a kiss which he manages just barely.

"Any day now." The actor says says, and he feels her smile.

She is anxious too, he knows. Pregnancy is a difficult thing and many aspects of it can go awry, but he is never met a woman stronger than her. He feels blessed by a god he does not believe in for being able to do this with this woman.

"Give me your hand." MC tells him.

He slides his fingers over hers, tangles them together into a fierce knot. He holds his breath when she drags their hands down, brushing the roundness of her belly and the curve of her hip.

"Use your fingers if you don't want to move much." The expecting mother instructs.

Hyun knows an order when he hears one and slides his hand between the press of her thighs, wriggles his fingers between the wet folds of her cunt to rub them slick and find her clit. MC sucks in a shallow breath, her hands fisting in the sheets. He feels her toes curl, the soles of her feet skidding down his shins, and the way it makes her shift against and around him sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his spine.

"You're so gorgeous." He says, with the same reverence as he always held towards her charm.

She laughs a little between a moan, not wanting to accept the compliment, but it rings with such truthfulness for him that he insists and he tells her again, he murmurs it against the bare skin of her shoulder as he works his hips into the same rhythm as his fingers.

She hiccups. "Hyun, I…"

MC jerks, her mouth falling open and a small sound forced out of her by the next thrust that gets Hyun bottoming out, their bodies sealed together for a fraction of a moment.

The man smirks. "Almost there?"

Hyun can feel that she is close with the way she has gone tense, but he asks anyway, and she really is so goddamn gorgeous with her lips parted and the flush of sex tinting her cheeks pink. It is tough not to just wrap his arms around her, crush her in a hug with her breasts plump and leaking under his arms. Tougher not to bite at her shoulder, fuck into her harder than he is, trap her arms and make her moan and squirm on his cock.

The woman shook her head. "No, Hyun, I think I..."

"Jagiya?" He asks, going still.

His concern for his wife cannot stop the groan that had been building up his throat, though. For a moment, MC feels fragile.

"I think I… You know, peed a little." She responds, demure in her embarrassment.

Hyun wants to laugh, but holds it back, kisses the nearest patch of MC's skin and slides his fingers down to feel where she is so very wet that he would not be able to tell if she had. The baby pushes on her bladder so much that as long as he does not have to do a full load of sheets every few hours, he does not much care.

"Don't worry about it." He assures her warmly. "Really want to stop to take a bathroom break?"

"Not really." The woman tuts.

He kisses her shoulder. "That's my girl."

He finds his rhythm again, and the interruption had not been enough to kick MC off her stride and leave her frustrated. She shudders as Hyun strokes her to orgasm, cries out when it peaks, the sheets in a crumple next to her as she clutches to them and her cunt pulses around his cock.

Hyun finishes a little harder than he means, hand slid away from the trap of her thighs to settle on her hip and squeeze fitfully as the slam of his orgasm hits him full on ahead. Breathless, he drops his head to the pillow before pulling out and getting ready to help her up and to the bathroom.

With the sheets already a mess, he wipes off his thighs. MC has a tendency to get really wet, but this is definitely more than that. He is about to tease her, trail his fingertips up the wetness on her legs and maybe curve his fingers inside her and feel the hot mess of his come still trapped in her, but she shifts and it is not just a spill of his come spreading onto the sheets.

"Oh God." She calls to divinity.

He is reassured with the fact that it is embarrassment in her voice, and not panic.

A good thing, too. Right now, Hyun has the corner on panic. It is about a one-in-ten chance of accelerating birth, he knows, since he has read all the same books with her, and gone to the classes with the breathing and the other first-time couples.

"Your water." He says, unevenly.

As she sits up the wet spot spreads just a bit more.

"Oh God." She evokes once more.

MC is as nervous as he is, but she is laughing heartily too at the ridiculous situation, her hands curling over her stomach. This would be, without a doubt, one of those things that were not going in the baby book.