You have never been more embarrassed in your life than you are in that hospital room, pregnant with Johnny's child.
Because of course your husband has the audacity to stare the delivery nurse right in the face and say "you can induce with sex aye? Can we try that?"
Your nurse, angel that she is, simply laughed and winked. But god, it's so embarrassing and....kind of hot? You feel like a bloated beach ball, horribly unsexy, and yet johnny can't seem to get his hands off you.
Mumbles in your ears about how "yer gonna be great, dove. Both o' us. Fuckin' amazing, promise–" while his hands massage your aching chest, one dipping lower.
If there's one thing your husband is skilled at, it's squashing an insecurities you have about no longer being desirable. You swear you've had to bat him away lest he be attached your entire pregnancy. The fact he's had no problems getting hard is only a plus next to his praised "still so damn hot, lass. Makes my cock ache thinkin' about you–"
Whenever you tell the story of your easy delivery you make sure to site soaps thorough comfort and support as a key reason for success.
