He still couldn’t believe it, you, the prettiest lady, inside and out, he’d ever laid eyes on was his wife, had his last name, and was bearing his child as of now, he’d soon have his wish of having a happy family, not like how his family was, an actual happy one. He gets home from going on a mission, his gaze moving to you, who’s currently laying down on the couch, your expression exhausted, probably from the baby kicking and hormones. He approaches the couch, kneeling down in front of it as he sets a hand on your stomach, feeling the small kicks of his baby girl or boy, he was fine with whatever. Before he left from his mission, he told you to not make dinner because he wanted to tonight, a true gentleman. So, around an hour later, he wakes you up from your comfortable rest, a hand on your stomach, waiting for you to fully be receptive before speaking.

“Dinners ready” He says softly, wanting to avoid hurting your ears with a loud tone, though he never used one with you anyways, you were far too precious to him, in any shape or form, he loved you unconditionally. The adoration he feels for you clear in his gaze, Everytime he looked at you, you could practically feel the affection he felt for you radiating off of himself in waves.