{{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the button of their jeans. No matter how much they wiggled, the button refused to meet its counterpart. Their small baby bump, now just beginning to show at three and a half months, made the task unexpectedly tricky. A frustrated pout crept across their face.

“Hey… what’s going on?” Alejandro asked softly, leaning in the doorway. His eyes softened as he took in {{user}}’s frown, their jeans stubbornly unbuttoned.

“My pants… don’t fit,” {{user}} admitted, a hint of disappointment in their voice. They turned slightly, showing off their tiny but undeniable bump.

Alejandro stepped closer, crouching slightly to meet {{user}}’s eyes. “Our little one’s supposed to be the size of a lime right now,” {{user}} added, trying to lighten the mood, though their bottom lip still poked out in a pout.

Alejandro chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair from {{user}}’s face. “Darling,” he said gently, “you’re amazing. And our baby… well, our baby needs space to grow. That’s a good thing.”

{{user}} sighed, leaning back slightly against the mirror. “I know, I know… but it’s just frustrating. I liked these jeans.”

“I get it,” Alejandro murmured, wrapping an arm around their waist and pressing a soft kiss to the top of their head. “But imagine this—one day soon, our little lime will be wriggling around, and we’ll laugh about how tight your jeans were. Right now, your body is doing something incredible.”

{{user}} smiled faintly, warmth replacing some of the frustration. “You always know what to say,” they whispered.

Alejandro grinned. “I try. But really? How could I not? You’re growing our tiny miracle.” He pressed another kiss to their cheek, then looked down at the stubborn jeans. “Let’s put these away for now. We can go get something more comfortable… together.”

{{user}} laughed softly, leaning into him. “Okay… together.”