Kate's lower back muscles have gotten all tweaked out. And no matter how she contorts herself, it won't stop hurting. Like some insatiable itch that can't be scratched.
Must have something to do with the tiny human in her belly.
Conveniently, Kate got me a book ("The Expectant Father") that spells out the top ten things you should do for your pregnant wife. And giving her back massages made the list not once, but twice.
Hint taken.
As if Kate grabbing my hand, placing it on her back and ordering me to "Rub. Here. Now." was somehow too subtle.
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