Chapter Ninety-One. Date Night.
Del’s point of view.
I look up at my beautiful mate as she steps out of the bedroom, ready for our date night. She looks so damned gorgeous it is difficult not to take her in my arms and kiss that bright red lipstick she has on off her delicious lips. Her dress hangs to her knees, it flows out from the waist, the top half tight fitting, showcasing her perfect bust.
“Does this hide my swollen belly?” Hannah asks.
What swollen belly, she hasn’t got one. Okay, it may be a centimetre more prominent than usual, but seriously it doesn't need to be hidden. I go to say that, then think better of it.
“You look beautiful, and not a swollen belly in sight,” I smile, letting out a sigh of relief that the answer seems to be the right one, and not cause her to
