Pia sat up in their bed, poking the man in the shoulder as she called out his name softly. “Wake up love.” She encouraged him. “I promise this isn’t another late night food run.” She rubbed the small bump of her middle that held their growing child. Again she called his name, leaning over to kiss the back of his neck, “I need you.” She murmured against their ear, one hand sliding down his back. “I’ll make it up to you.” She couldn’t help but squirm a bit in anticipation.














