He moved against her. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked to undress her. He stood, moving away from the bed to undress himself, rather than simply will everything away. He stood for a moment looking down at her, at the shape of her. He'd never really paid much attention to pregnant women before; he'd never had a reason to care.
"Tell me what you want, Anna," he breathed, his chest heaving with the intake and exhale of air into his lungs.