In the quiet of the kitchen, things are anything but calm.

Amity leans back, her belly already huge and tight, her breath short as she chews another bite. Luz is right there beside her—eager, focused, gently urging her on. “Keep going, keep going…” she whispers, almost like a spell.

Steam rises from the stovetop, but the real heat is in the moment: a shared ritual of indulgence, comfort, and closeness. Every stretch mark, every soft curve, tells a story of trust, appetite, and playful encouragement.

It’s a moment suspended in time—warm, intimate, and filled with more than just food.