Adrian sat comfortably on the couch, sipping a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. His belly, now three months pregnant, had started to show noticeably, and he absentmindedly placed a hand over his growing bump as he relaxed. Each sip of juice was slow and deliberate, savoring the taste while his thoughts drifted peacefully.
Ethan walked through the front door, his tie already loosened and his jacket slung over his shoulder. The day at the office had been long, but the sight of his beautiful husband sitting on the couch made every ounce of stress melt away. He paused for a moment, just taking in the sight of Adrian—his pale, glowing skin, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders, and the slight curve of his stomach that made Ethan's heart swell with warmth.
"You're home," Adrian said softly, glancing up with a smile.
