In the dimly lit bedroom, I catch a glimpse of my future wife, sneaking a peek at my phone while I'm in the shower. I play along, pretending not to notice as she eagerly scrolls through my private messages. Her eyes widen with surprise, then curiosity, as she discovers the explicit content. I emerge from the bathroom, toweling off, and catch her red-handed. She blushes, but her eyes are hungry. "You naughty girl," I tease, "looking at my secret stash." She bites her lip, her breath hitching as I approach. "Show me what you like," she whispers, her hands already reaching for my growing bulge.