One hundred and three

I nod. "Yes, lie on your back." I give her a pillow. "Put this under you so you don't get too uncomfortable."

She takes it from me and does as I instruct.

"Where should I start?"

She wiggles her legs. "Definitely my feet. I think they're swollen."

I move down the bed, taking her leg and placing it on my lap. She squirms, but doesn't say anything. Good.

I lift the leg to inspect her foot. It does look a bit swollen, but I don't think it's just from walking around all day. I remember one of those books said that pregnant ladies often get swollen feet. I wonder if she knows this.

I choose not to tell her... in case she doesn't.

I squirt a dollop of the cream into my hands, rub them together, then I run my palms from her ankles to the tips of her toes.

I massage slow circular rubs on the arch of her foot, and she relaxes back into the bed.

"You're almost good at this," she murmurs.

I move to her ankle. I decide to spend more time there and on her heel, since most of the pressure whe