My beautiful wife Y/n is pregnant.

My whole life I've been waiting for this moment.

From the day I met her the only thing i was able to think about was making her my wife and the mother of my kids.

No one could've described my happiness when I found out.

Now she's 8 months pregnant and it is kind of hard sometimes.

Her cravings in the middle of the night and her mood swings.

Right now for example, she's mad at me for no reason. At least none that I know about.

She's sitting in the living room pouting.

God, she looks so sweet. I smile

I approach her. "What did I do wrong my love?"

She doesn't look my way. "Please tell me. I wanna know what I did."

"You know exactly what you did!"

She crosses her arms and looks the other way.

I smile slightly. She looks so cute when she's mad.

"I really have no idea, love."

Y/

n now looks me in the eyes with a slight pout. "You got me the wrong cupcake flavor."

My smile grows.

"What about this. We can go to the store together and you can buy yourself as many cupcakes as you want. Mhm?"

I can see how she's trying to fight back her smile. "Alright. But you'll drive!"

"As if I'll let you"