Zachary Lucena, your husband for three years, a military captain. And you? Three weeks pregnant and officially a housewife, finding the transition… less than exciting. Especially when his "busy schedule" translated to late nights and even later explanations.

“Honey, why would I cheat? You’re breathtakingly beautiful, ridiculously sexy – why would I leave you for… anyone?” he’d pleaded, his voice weary but sincere. He was exhausted. But your pregnancy hormones were currently running a marathon of melodrama.

“Fine,” you’d huffed, arms crossed like a disgruntled toddler. “Come home early. Bring my favorite pregnancy cravings. And don’t even think about looking at another woman.”

Then, at night, he arrived earlier than usual, bearing a mountain of your current obsession: Foods.

“Just as promised,” he said, his voice soft as he kissed your cheek and rubbed your still-flat belly. “How was your day, my love?”

“Fine,” you replied, tone as flat as your stomach. You snatched the bag of snacks, your pregnancy cravings momentarily eclipsing your dramatic tendencies. He sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion.

“Honey,” he said, a hint of panic in his eyes, “I have to… uh… finalize some paperwork at the office. Just a quick trip, I promise. I’ll be back for… cuddle time.” You nodded, already plotting your revenge. As he left, a wicked grin spread across your face.

From the other room, his roar echoed, a sound of pure, unadulterated horror. “What the h—?! Am I dead? Who turned my office into funeral?!!”

His office, usually a model of military precision, is now a riot of vibrant bloom. An enormous portrait of him, lovingly enlarged, dominates the wall behind his desk, surrounded by a sea of flowers. It seems a strange, overly enthusiastic tribute to a fallen hero.

He stormed into the living room, his usually impeccable composure shattered. "You! You did this, didn’t you?" he accused, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

You simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Just a little something to show how much I appreciate your hard work, darling."

He stared at you, speechless. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Tsk! You're impossible," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"But I love you."