She sat leaning against the bathtub, which had adjustable height to allow her to lie comfortably.
The water reached up to her chest, yet her belly still protruded above the surface. Emma Benson noticed that it had grown considerably in the past few days, and as she caressed it, a maternal glow emanated from her face.
"It's grown quite a bit..." The man noticed too, gently stroking it, then focused on bathing her.
Emma Benson let him do as he pleased, thoroughly enjoying his service, occasionally joking with him. Throughout, the man kept smiling, clearly in good spirits.
She knew it was because of Fiona Schmidt and felt happy for her, so she talked more than usual.
After the bath, she stood up directly, declining the man's offer to carry her, and holding his hand, she stepped out of the bathtub. Feeling overly cheerful, she playfully hugged the man's waist, rubbing the water from her body onto his clothes.
