A good time

Molly:

For the first time in a while I was glad that my fears were invalid. Farrell seemed like he enjoyed the pregnancy more than I did. He had already started making plans for the baby's room, and he spent less of his time at work.

This made me forget his real personality. He was too good to be true. Today I decided to take a stroll around the house. When I got tired, I stopped by the indoor garden, and I sat down on one of the seats to continue with the book I had in my hand.

"Reading to the baby? I see," I heard Farrell say, and I looked up to see him shirtless, leaning by the door of the garden.

Even though his face was a mess, it looked as bright as ever, and his clean shave gave his face a defined look. The glimmer in his eyes brought a sense of warmth, and I longed to get a kiss from his perfectly structured lips.

I smiled at him, then I put the book away. He walked up to me, and planted a kiss on my neck. Then he kissed my lips, rubbing his hands on my belly which hadn't p