The End

"Dante?" Mireille called, walking into the room with a tired look on her face.

"Dante." she called again but there was still no response so she guessed he wasn't in the room. She noticed that Dante's laptop was open and out of pure curiosity, she looked into the screen and what she saw made her heart race and her cheeks redden.

Dante had searched sex styles appropriate for pregnant women in the second trimester.

Just then, the door opened and Dante waltzed in.

"Why are you looking, Princess?" Dante asked as he hurried over to the laptop and slammed it shut.

Mireille threw her head back and laughed.

"Really? Appropriate sex styles?" She giggled.

"What? You don't think there should be appropriate sex styles?" Dante asked, moving closer to her. Her giggles stopped as her cheeks flushed a brighter pink.

Mireille stepped back, away from him until she had her back against the wall. Dante leaned in close.

"You are pregnant, Princess and our baby is growing every day. I don't want to