“Come on, you can’t have an empty stomach, that’ll just make the nausea worse.” I speak with a gentle tone, one hand holding a plate of toast and the other pushing your hair out of your face. I can’t help but admire your features as I do so.

Even when you’re dealing with horrific morning sickness, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

I’m still in my dark suit from yesterday and haven’t slept yet, even though it’s already 6:30 in the morning, but that’s just part of the life I live. I wouldn’t even be home yet if the housekeeper hadn’t called to say you were having more nausea than usual.

I was in the middle of a pretty important deal, and it was getting fairly tense right as my phone started ringing, but I didn’t care. The minute I put that ring on your finger at our Italian wedding two years ago, I was prepared to do anything and everything for you. Especially when that second line popped up on the pregnancy test last month.

I take in sickness and in health very seriously.

“I can run you a hot bath with those salts you like,” I offer. “Unless you just want to rest in bed for a bit. Up to you, my love.”