M chuckled at the mention of "second marriage”. After a bit of conversation, Sienna and M ended


    their call.


    Leaning in close to Nathan''s ear, M asked, "Do you enjoy holding my hands?"


    Nathan nced at her and whispered, “I enjoy it very much.”


    M withdrew her hand and muttered, "They''re just hands, you know. You have them, too."


    “It''s different," Nathan replied softly.


    He cradled her head and kissed her. As panic rose, she pushed his chest to create some space


    between their lips.


    "You—"


    Nathan interrupted M bymanding, "Don''t move."


    She immediately froze. He lifted her onto hisp and wrapped his arm around her waist. He cradled her


    head as he passionately sought out her kiss.


    It felt like he was trying topensate for not kissing her enough by kissing her twice as much.


    His kisses were intense and passionate, while his hands were restrained and respectful of boundaries.


    M sensed him holding back as they kissed.


    She had noticed before that Nathan was skilled at controlling himself. She had even started to wonder


    if he might be impotent. Her pregnancy had proven otherwise. He was capable and determined.


    During her pregnancy, Nathan refrained from touching her. At night, they slept in the same room but in


    separate beds. Nathan''s idea of a honeymoon was simply being together, doing nothing but cuddling


    silently.


    As long as she stayed by his side, M was free to do whatever she wanted. She could read, use her


    phone, enjoy the view, or even daydream. Instead of traveling far distances, they preferred to go on


    rxed walks, holding hands.


    Nathan enjoyed cooking for M and always made sure she avoided unhealthy food. He even


    delegated all of his work to his assistant, put his phone on silent mode, and ignored the trivial things.


    To him, the most important thing in the world was M, his pregnant wife.


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    It was a chilly winter morning. The sunlight filtered through the branches and danced through the


    window into the living room. It cast a speckled pattern of light that softly illuminated M''s face.


    She leaned back in the recliner by the window, basking in the tranquility of the morning.


    Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of swift footsteps. The locked front door swung open.


    M turned in surprise to see Fenna standing there, looking disheveled and angry.


    Fenna panted and red at M. "Wanda? What are you doing here? Where''s Nate?"


    M slowly sat up from the recliner, uncertain what to do as she nced at Fenna. Even though she


    legally wed to Nathan, she couldn''t shake the feeling of being in apromising situation.


    Worried about her baby''s safety due to Fenna''s aggressive demeanor, M instinctively ced a hand


    on her stomach and stood up slowly. She moved closer to the window and gestured toward the kitchen.


    "He''s making breakfast."


    Fenna snorted and spoke through gritted teeth, "You''re letting the Norvanian military general make


    your breakfast? Wanda, are you crazy? Don''t you realize how busy he is and how valuable his time is?


    You—"


    M swallowed nervously, worried that Fenna might turn physically aggressive. Just as M was about


    to exin, Nathan showed up with food in hand.


    His voice was firm and resolute as he stressed each word. "I''m making breakfast for my wife and it''s a


    perfectly ordinary thing to do. Why does it have to be linked to my role as a national leader?"