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"Here, Lex." Casandra tried hard to reach the itchy spot on her back, wanting Alexander to know where the uncomfortable feeling was bothering her.

"Is it here?" Unable to locate the exact spot Casandra was referring to, he cautiously rubbed her entire back to ensure he didn't miss the mark.

"Yes, that's it, Lex. A bit higher. Towards the hook."

"Here?"

"A bit to the side. Toward the bed."

"Here?"

"Lower."

"Here?"

"Finally, that's it..." Alexander finally found the spot Casandra was talking about. She began to close her eyes as the itchiness started to subside.

It was a routine Alexander had become accustomed to before Casandra went to sleep. He would touch her back, trying to find the spot that was causing the unbearable itch. Once he found it and relieved her discomfort, Casandra would lie down. She would lift her nightgown to reveal her pregnant belly, and Alexander would gently caress it until she fell asleep.

Sometimes they would play around first, if Casandra requested it. Why di