"Still beautiful." He said as he sat down next to her on the blanket. "You can't blame me for wanting you to be comfortable." He leaned over. "May I?" he asked finally giving in to the urge to touch her stomach. "I keep trying to avoid it, but your pretty belly begs for touch."
He was looking at her, the guilt and frustration a million miles away as he enjoyed the time with the girl he would say was his oldest and best friend. The ocean in the background and the breeze, made him think of home even if the smell was wrong.