Dylan observed patiently.

After a moment, Olivia whispered, "You stay up just to watch him."

“No, it's work-related," Dylan replied.

“Okay," Olivia murmured nasally, and then closed the window after a brief moment outside. She approached Dylan, asking him to carry her back to the bedroom with a playful whine.

"You're like a little piggy," Dylan teased as he lifted her.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and retorted softly, "What kind of pig is as light as me?"

He carried her to the bedroom.

The room was dark and cool. Dylan laid her on the bed, lingering to hold her slim waist, his touch filled with longing and desire.

Beneath him, Olivia appeared soft, her eyes shining.

He bent down slowly and kissed her.

She welcomed his advance, eagerly meeting his lips.

After a prolonged embrace, he gazed deeply into her eyes and whispered, "You're so forward tonight."

She responded with another kiss.

As Dylan undressed her, her skin glowed faintly in the low light.

His kisses trailed downward. They remained silent, communicating only through his tender caresses.

When his Lips reached her belly, the baby stirred slightly.

"The baby is moving," Dylan said in a husky whisper.

Olivia propped herself up slightly, cradling his head and gently tugging at his dark hair. He pressed his cheek against her belly, connecting deeply with the baby.

A new life was flourishing within her.

After a while, Dylan raised himself and leaned in to kiss her again.

They remained silent, their love expressed in the most intimate of gestures.

Time passed unnoticed.

Summer flashed by, and soon it was early autumn in September. The sky was clear, and the air was crisp.

Olivia's belly had grown large, making it difficult for her to walk, sit, or even lie down. Her ankles often swelled, and Dylan frequently massaged them. "The baby should arrive in mid-November. We're going to be parents in just two months," Dylan noted.