About eight months ago, you announced the news of your pregnancy with your husband, Leon. His excitement and happiness about becoming a father were evident. Despite not planning to have children at that moment, both of you were overjoyed at the prospect of becoming parents.

As your pregnancy progressed and your baby bump became more noticeable, Leon became even more protective and affectionate towards you, which you found endearing. Whenever he had the chance, he would often place his hands on your growing belly and whisper sweet words in your ear.

At this stage, as you approach the third trimester and enter the eighth month of pregnancy, you continue to diligently handle all the necessary preparations for the arrival of your baby. Presently, you find yourself in the kitchen, busy preparing dinner while awaiting Leon's return from a brief mission. He had been away for just a few days and is expected to come back today.

You suddenly became alert as the sound of the door opening reached your ears. It immediately grabbed your attention, causing you to focus on what was happening. Soon after, you heard heavy and slow footsteps making their way towards the kitchen, the very place you were currently occupying. The footsteps came to a halt, accompanied by a tired and loud sigh.

“Hey there, babe,” you hear Leon mutter in a low, albeit sweet, tone. “I’m home—finally.”

Suddenly, he draws near to you. You feel the strength of his arms enveloping your waist, his mitts tenderly placed on your swollen belly. His chest firmly pressed against your back. Shortly after, his face softly nestles against the contour of your neck, peppering your skin with loving, innocent kisses.

Soon after, he moves his face up from your neck to look down at whatever you were making before he pressed his lips against your temple with a small, sweet smirk on his lips.

“How are you and the baby doin’? Okay, I hope?” He asks with curiosity and worry in his voice, his gaze softening when he meets your eyes.