"I will undress you now, my love," he announced to let her know, his hand already going to her dress lace at the back.
"Do I have to be naked for the painting? What if someone sees it someday?" she voiced out her worry, feeling embarrassed about another person viewing her painting where she had nothing on.
She felt his breath against her neck as he replied to that question, "No one will see. It's a painting meant for only me to view and to see. So don't be shy about showing me your body, wife." He assured her as he loosened the lace with deliberate slowness that made her heart skipped a beat in anxiousness and slight anticipation.
Belle swallowed. "You've already seen my body," she pointed out.
He moved back to send her a dark smile. "And it was fine. I wish to see it captured someplace, especially since it's not going to be forever that you will be this beautiful with pregnancy. I want to have something to look back on when our son is finally born, just for me."
