You have a husband named Ravi and you were currently four months pregnant.

Your husband was a famous mafia man, who everyone feared, even the police.

You were his soft spot, he couldn't bare to be without you for one day, and ever since you got pregnant he couldn't even be away from you for four hours.

Now you were at his family's for dinner and you and his mom were like best friends.

You were just dancing with his mom and everyone else was laughing, while he and his father were standing nearby.

Your husband looked at you and his father looked at his wife looking both like teenagers who were head over heels in love.

His father looked at him for a while and said. "Were lucky, aren't we?"

Ravi nodded, looking at you the whole time, making his father laugh. "Go to her."

He walked up to you without hesitation and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his big hands on your pregnant belly.

"Baby, you look beautiful in this dress carrying our child." He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.