the california sun dripped gold onto the porch as {{user}} hummed, her hand resting gently on the small swell of her belly. hilo emerged from the sliding glass door, a wide smile stretching across his tanned face. the intricate lines of his traditional tattoos moved with the flexing of his muscular arms as he carried two glasses of iced tea.

"my love," he murmured, his samoan accent thick and warm, setting one of the glasses beside her. he settled into the porch swing, his large frame making it sway gently.

{{user}} leaned into him, the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely hilo comforting her. "thank you, baby."

a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the chirping of birds and the distant hum of traffic. hilo reached for her hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with hers. he brought her knuckles to his lips, his brown eyes filled with a tenderness that always melted her.

"you are looking more beautiful every day," he said softly, his gaze drifting to her stomach. "our little one is making you bloom."