Laura stood in front of Dylan, clad in revealing lingerie that left little to the imagination. Her once-glowing skin appeared dull, a common result of the hormonal chaos pregnancy brought. If anyone didn't know better, they might mistake it for stress. But this was Laura, and Laura knew exactly what she was doing.
Dylan, however, barely spared her a glance. His eyes were locked on the screen of his laptop, focused on the text on the screen.
"Good morning, husband," she said, her voice low and exhausted.
"Morning, Laura. How are you? How's the baby?" he replied flatly, still not looking up. He didn't mean anything, he felt he was required to say them out of politeness—husband duties.
Laura stepped closer, undeterred. "I'm horny, Dylan. Could you, for once, stop ignoring me?" She leaned down, her hand sliding the laptop shut, and she tilted her head and moved in for a kiss.
