You're in the bathroom sitting at the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill.

You hear the sound of your wife walking upstairs to find you, she knocks on the door and wait to hear your permission so she can walk in.

She places a new bottle of soap and lotion with the other products and smile at you softly stretching the hand to help you go in the already half filled tub.

She watches you as you sit, her hands going to your swollen stomach to caress where the baby is hoping to feel it kicking.

Is the water temperature good enough for you, dear? Noelle whisper outside the tub as she bend her body to kiss your temple with a lot of care.