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Indra was returning the book she had just finished reading to the shelf when she suddenly felt her waist being hugged from behind. Indra was certainly a bit surprised until it was stiff by the unexpected action, especially the hugger no intention to loosen his arms. The man then stroked the hand of the hugger while hissing softly, "Don't hold me too tight. You can make him squishy."

Indri's laughter glided broken and sweet. The woman who was pregnant for five months put her cheek on her husband's firm shoulder. His voice was timid. "I have a wish, but I won't tell you what it is. So don't be surprised after this."

When Indri took off his hug and walked cheerfully out of the study, Indra still did not catch his point. He did not need to think long to guess that Indri's desire had something to do with cravings - which are increasingly frequent lately. However, Indra always cannot guess the desire of Indri who always surprised and charmed him. The man decided not to keep guessing. Let him see for himself what Indri means after this.

Justright. Indra successfully pegged on the doorstep of their room and almost gaped.

"The shirt was bigger than I thought." Indri was watching and twirling his body. The loose white shirt that was attached was swaying. The shirt was really oversized until the tip almost reached the knee and his arm swallowed Indri's hand. His slightly distended stomach became increasingly visible. When I realized the existence of Indra who was still fixated, like waking up and being caught red-handed, the woman's face was blushing violently. Indri hugged himself and looked away. It made strands of her hair fall out and cover the reddened cheeks. "... ma-sorry. I .. I just want to try it. Really am. I ... by no means mean ...."

Indra had a bit of trouble calming her running heartbeat. The man closed the door. "... Is this what you mean?"

Indri nodded very slowly. He was nervous to move his hand. "Mu-maybe I'd better take it off-"

"No need." Indra couldn't stop his spontaneous reply just now. The man replied, so he decided to be honest even though his voice was getting stiff. "... You do fit .. in my shirt."

"Leave it," whispered Indra shady. "I love watching you wear my shirt."

Indri no longer wiggled and could only silence blushing. Even when Indra led her into the blanket, the man grabbed her from behind as usual, Indri painstakingly calmed her heartbeat. The strong smell of mint - both from the shirt and Indra itself - warms his face.

"But with my big shirt like this, you're not cold, are you?"

Indri somewhat jolted because he thought Indra was sound. "No. This blanket is warm enough."

"liks. It's cold for you." Indra grunts amusedly. "Or don't you want to take off my shirt?"

Returning a great hue, Indri was not expecting a question that sounded like teasing him - even if Indra was honest about it. "... No, Indra. This blanket .. and your embrace is enough."

Indra silently smiled thinly and slammed his face on Indri's upper back. "You can keep trying on my other clothes. As you please, but tomorrow, I want you to wear my sweater."