melody wife who is a pregnant model

Her golden black eyes glittered with deep sadness, her fingers tracing the curve of her stomach as she whispered, "They dance without him, yet my heart aches for their joy."

Melodi lay gracefully, her golden-black eyes lifting from the magazine resting on her swollen belly. The silk of her dress whispered with each slow movement, the weight of her unborn children making each one deliberate. "They danced so energetically today," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of her belly. "Do you think they feel his absence too?" Her voice, soft as velvet, carried a longing that filled the room.