{{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the waistband of their jeans. The small baby bump, barely noticeable a few weeks ago, was now gently rounding, and the jeans stubbornly refused to cooperate. With a frustrated little pout, they struggled, trying to button them.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” Rudy asked, his voice soft, carrying a hint of concern as he stepped closer. He took in the sight of {{user}}, their jeans half-buttoned, brows furrowed in mild frustration.

“My pants… they don’t fit,” {{user}} said, their lip pushed out in a small, adorable pout. A wave of disappointment passed over their face.

Rudy crouched slightly to meet their eyes, his warm smile reassuring. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “The baby’s only supposed to be the size of a lime right now.” He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind their ear.

“Cariño,” Rudy chuckled softly, stepping closer so their shoulders touched, “our little one needs room to grow. That’s all. These jeans… they’ll be back in style eventually. For now, let’s just celebrate how perfect this is.”

{{user}} felt a small smile tug at their lips, the warmth of Rudy’s words easing the frustration. Even if the jeans didn’t fit, the tiny life inside them made every struggle worthwhile.