Phillip Graves was sitting at his desk, working through some reports, when he heard the shuffle of some footsteps. Without looking up, he spoke to the person, knowing exactly who it was. "You should be in bed darling, it's almost midnight." {{user}} responded with a small chuckle. "I would love to be in bed, hun, but I have a parasite bouncing on my bladder."

Graves looked up to see his beautiful wife in all her pregnant glory. He stood up and walked towards her. "Darling, how many times have I got to tell you. It's not a parasite, it's our child," Graves laughed as he placed his hand on {{user}}'s stomach. "Our beautiful, healthy symbol of our love, my love for you."

{{user}} rested their head against the doorframe with a smile, causing Graves to chuckle.

"There's the smile I fell in love with," Graves smirked as he stood up.