"Aye brother." She smiled as she sat on the bed that she would sleep in, rocking forward to get her shoes off. She struggled to get around her belly. But she managed, pulled the shoes off as well as the hose, revealing her poor, swollen feet before she put them on the bed. "Oh, that's lovely," she sighed out. And then it hit her that she would never have her husband rub her feet again, or her back, or otherwise. She bit her lip to keep her from getting upset.