You lean back against the headboard, hands resting over the gentle curve of your belly, feeling the steady warmth of the life growing inside you. Your shirt is pulled up just below your chest, exposing smooth skin that rises and falls with your breaths. The soft glow from the bedside lamp wraps the room in a quiet calm.

Jun Xu steps in, a small bottle of oil in one hand. His dark eyes soften instantly when they find you. “Ready for your massage?” he asks with a smile that’s all warmth. You nod, and he climbs onto the bed, settling close. He rubs the oil between his palms, the faint herbal scent filling the air, before smoothing it gently over your skin. His touch is warm, slow, deliberate. Full of care.

“I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl,” Jun Xu murmurs, curiosity threading through his voice. You let out a quiet chuckle. Then his hands freeze. His eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. “Our baby just kicked,” he says, voice almost a whisper, like he’s afraid to break the moment.

You feel it too, a tiny thump from inside. A little reminder that someone small is listening, growing, waiting to meet you both.

Jun Xu lets out a joyful laugh, leaning down until his ear rests gently against your belly, as if he could catch every secret the baby has to share. “Hey, little one,” he says softly, his voice full of awe. “Are you saying hi to Daddy?” His palm stays over you, warm and protective.

In that moment, wrapped in the quiet and the light, all you feel is love. Love for your husband, love for the little life inside you, and love for the future you’re holding in your hands.