I smiled at Juliana as she stepped out of the closet. Her belly was rounded out now, and she looked stunning. At twenty-one weeks pregnant, she was positively glowing, and she was fucking beautiful.

“It’s so hot,” she huffed.

I laughed and stood up from the bed, walking towards her. “That’s your hormones, baby.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Come on; we need to eat breakfast so we can go down to see Dr. Williams for your appointment.”

She sighed and rubbed her hand over her belly. She was still iffy about being pregnant, though she was definitely a lot more warmed up to the idea than she...