It was yet another Sunday morning, and after days of rain, the sun shone high above in the clear blue sky. As far as Layla's gaze traveled, the entire landscape was beaming with greenery; the butterflies fluttering their wings around the flowers offered a subtle touch of serenity to the place.
"Let's get down." Layla turned around as she heard his voice, followed by a gentle kiss over her bare shoulder. She was now only covered in sheets, as feeling her lips lingering over her shoulder only evoked the memories of the passionate night they shared.
"You're taking pills, right?" Michael asked as he wrapped his hands over her belly from behind and dipped his face at the crook of her neck.
"Ye-Yes…" She stated while placing her hand over his, he hummed. Tilting her head, he offered a sweet kiss over her lips before he reluctantly let go of her and entered the bathroom.
