Inside her belly, Little Bean rolled over, covered his eyes, and whispered to himself, "See no evil, hear no evil."
The two of them stood wrapped in each other's arms by the running shower for a long time.
Eventually, Lucian straightened up and reached out to turn off the water.
He grabbed a large towel and, though his movements were slightly clumsy, carefully wrapped Seraphina up until she was entirely covered.
"It seems... I came back at exactly the right time tonight," he murmured, looking down as he dried her hair.
His voice had returned to its usual composed tone, but the tips of his ears were still bright red.
Clutching the towel around herself, Seraphina shot him a glare.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Lucian's mouth. Without another word, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
Seraphina instinctively looped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing? I can walk by myself."
She was pregnant and felt incredibly heavy.
Moreover, she was feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed.
Yes, they had shared intimate moments before, but this...
Lucian's voice drifted down from above her. "The floor is slippery. I don't want you to fall again."
His strides were steady as he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
He remembered reading in a pregnancy handbook a few days ago: During the third trimester, ensure safe movement and prevent falls at all costs.
He set her gently on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and turned back toward the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.
Burrowed under the blanket, Seraphina's heart was still racing out of control.
She listened as the water eventually stopped. A little while later, Lucian emerged wearing a pair of dark gray pajamas, his hair half-dry.
He walked to his side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and got in.
They lay side by side, neither saying a word.
Inside her belly, Little Bean had completely fallen asleep, quietly dreaming away.
After a long silence, Lucian suddenly rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one arm to gaze down at her.
"Seraphina."
"Hmm?"
But the main reason was that they had never truly crossed that line.
Yet tonight, something fundamental had shifted between them.
Lucian watched her for a couple of seconds before wordlessly reaching over and pulling her, blanket and all, firmly into his embrace.
Seraphina stiffened for a moment.
His chest was radiating heat, carrying the crisp, clean scent of his body wash. It made her feel incredibly safe.
She could feel his broad chest pressed against her back, his heartbeat steady and strong.
"Your hand," Seraphina suddenly blurted out.
"Hmm?"
"Watch where you put it."
Lucian glanced down at his hand, which was resting right against her soft curves.
Seraphina's ears instantly turned scarlet.
Little Bean was startled awake by their voices. Hearing their conversation, he quickly decided to pretend he was still asleep. He was just a baby; he didn't understand any of this!

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