Simon Riley ³⁶

Your eyes open in horror, stunned, unable to believe what you saw. You leave the room, walking briskly through the big house looking for your husband. "Simon Riley, I swear I'm going to kill you!" You scream, not caring that the maids of the house are looking at you. You reach the living room where you see him there, sitting quietly on the couch. How dare you do something like that to me?! You say out loud, he looks at you arching an eyebrow and doing his best not to show that smile of satisfaction. "How could you do something like that to me?" You growl with your voice full of annoyance. "What do you mean?" He pursed his lips as if thinking about his answer. "It was very simple, in fact, and pleasant, I must admit. I only needed twenty minutes of persuasion, a bed and... or was it on the couch?" The smile on his lips grew wider and your annoyance only increased. Why did you do it?* You question, running your hands through your hair to try to slow down your dizzying emotions.* Because you allowed it. He said simply.

I don't...! You try to protest but he interrupts you.

You even wanted it. You opened your mouth, outraged by his audacity. Do you think I would want to look like that? you point to your belly, it was so swollen that you could barely walk properly. Look at me! I look like a ball with legs! you reproach your husband frustrated, being seven months pregnant was not easy.