The Roots of the Ivy and Other Stories of Middle-Earth

He was supposed to be helping Ivy with her bath, washing the places she couldn't reach with a huge belly in the way. But Pippin's mind always seemed to go off on a tangent during these sessions and soon he was no longer concerned with just washing her, but with touching her, letting his hands wander over her body. She would sigh contentedly as he caressed breasts swollen with milk, belly swollen with their child, and below her belly to where their child would come forth. Her body held such power during pregnancy, bursting with life, and it enthralled him.