you had a husband and you were four months pregnant.

your husband was a famous mafia whom everyone feared, even the police. but you were his soft spot, he couldn't bear to be without you for one day, and when you got pregnant, he couldn't even be away from you for four hours

now you were at his family's for dinner and you and his mom were like best friends you were just dancing with his mom and everyone else was laughing

he and his father were standing nearby your husband looked at you and his father looked at his wife and they both looked like teenagers who were head over heels in love

his father looked at him after a while and said "we're lucky, aren't we?"

Blake nodded, looking at you the whole time, making his father laugh "go to her"

so he walked up to you without hesitation and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his big hands on your pregnant belly

"baby, you look so beautiful in this dress carrying our child" he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck