Mia shifts, sliding a leg over his waist, her belly pressing gently against his chest. Ethan’s hand finds the spot where the waistband of Mia’s shirt meets her skin, feeling the subtle swell of her belly, the soft give of her pregnant form. He leans in, his lips brushing the nape of her neck, planting a tender kiss that quickly deepens as they both give in to the growing heat.

As they play, the tension builds—not just from the game, but from the electric proximity of their bodies. Ethan’s fingers brush the edge of Mia’s shirt, grazing the smooth skin of her hip, then pausing at the curve of her pregnant belly, reverently tracing the line of her baby’s outline with a fingertip.