Seven months now, Koo waddled slowly across the sun-drenched terrace, the sheer silk robe barely containing the vast swell of her belly. Taehyung watched from the lounge chair, eyes dark with hunger as she approached. Her breasts, heavy and straining against the thin fabric, leaked faintly, damp patches forming. "Slow down, baby," he murmured, voice low and possessive. "Don't tire my boy."

Koo sank gratefully onto his lap, the enormous curve of her belly pressing against his chest. Immediately, his large hands slid beneath her robe, cupping her swollen breasts.