Suguru would do anything for you. If you told him to write down how much he loved you, he would, and that paper would have no empty space. He couldn’t imagine life without his perfect wife. And now that you’re pregnant with his baby, he’s so much more protective of you. He hardly lets you do anything yourself.

He catches you cleaning? He’s ushering you off to bed and taking over. He sees you cooking for yourself? He’s helping you sit down and makes you the meal himself, making enough for two. But it’s not for him. And while he’s in the kitchen, setting the table for you, he can’t help but stare at you.

You just looked so pretty—one of your hands holding your bump, the other holding you phone. Your eyes are focused on whatever you were doing, and his heart warmed to the point where he felt like he just had to pamper you. He walked over to you with careful, slow steps. And with soft, loving eyes, he knelt infront of you and held your round tummy. He lifted up your big shirt and kissed all over the bump.

He looked up at you through thick eyelashes, his thin eyes looking so warm. “You’re so pretty, carrying my baby so good for me.” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss against your full stomach.