Chase stepped out onto the balcony. "It's official." He tugged on the waistband of his board shorts which were now a good few inches looser than the last time he had worn them. "I'm a skinny arse."
Rogue patted her baby bump and smirked. "And you also need to convince them to not turn me into a bottomless pit. Daddy doesn't like it when your Momma eats all his food." She turned her head to look up at Chase and gave him a sheepish smile. "I'll make it up to ya, I promise. I've been good lately though... Three days and only eatin' my own food. After the baby's born you're gonna be so fat."
"Is that even possible? I'm wasting away. When they baby is born, I won't have time to eat." Chase flopped down into the sunlounge and kicked his feet up. He'd been on the go all week trying to prepare at work for his time off. It was glorious to be idle. "What's the plan for today?"
Rogue reached out to rest her hand on his covered leg and let out a small sigh. "I'm tryin' to be good! It's like tryin' to stop eatin' chocolate when you're a sugar addict. It's hard. I just see food and have to have it. I'd rather be ridiculously horny like Tara. At least I still do get horny." She licked her lips and tried not to think about the two platefuls she'd had at the buffet breakfast. "Our baby's gonna weigh a ton, isn't she? And she's gonna be comin' out of a really small hole. The plan for today is to do nothin'. I was thinkin' we should get some oils and massage each other. 'Less there's somethin' you wanted to do? We could go down to the beach as well, but I need to work up the courage to get the rest of my bikini on."
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