Janice let out a relieved sigh as she peeled off the gown she donned.

"I thought I might die back there." She murmured, caressing her tummy.

She flung the dress across the swivel chair that was next to the vanity and trudged towards the closet.

Janice stilled as the door went ajar. She didn't need to turn to see it was Jules who was inside the room.

Briefly, Jules stayed by the doorpost, assessed the room before striding towards his wife.

Janice sensed his gaze ...