I can't fall asleep. You're safely in my arms, back pressed against my chest, your petite frame fitting perfectly against me. Usually sleep would come easily, but tonight I can't silence my thoughts. I lightly trail my fingers down your side, tracing intricate patterns on your belly, imagining it swelling as my child grows within you. I stifle the moan building in my throat, but I can't stop the bulge that now presses against your back.