Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Faye frowned at all the hickeys and red marks Sterling had left on her pale flesh. She glanced up to see his image reflected in the mirror back at her.
Her devoted husband was buried nose-deep in a pile of law books, gnawing on a piece of crispy bacon.
Faye drooled, observing him eat, and she felt Ethan kick her side. "I know, baby," she whispered, rubbing her tummy. "I'm hungry too, but I need to get dressed first."
Faye swore as her hand caressed the bump on her stomach. It had grown larger overnight.
"What's taking so long?" Sterling asked, snapping her to reality.
His eyes drifted over the edge of his book to see her standing in the mirror, staring back at him like a feral animal, still undressed and her wet hair not brushed from their bath.
A heavy sigh fled Faye's lips, "I can't lace my dress alone." he heard her fuss in a whiney voice.
