Celeste's face flushed a deep crimson at his words.

She was keenly aware of her condition—being pregnant meant certain things were off-limits.

Dutifully, she nestled herself in his embrace but gently kept his wandering hands at bay. Her lips, a soft red shade parted slightly as her breaths came quicker, betraying her nervousness.

Thankfully, Nathaniel didn't push her.

His eyes softened with understanding, mindful of her recovering body.

He prepared a simple ...