After being married for a year and a half, he had grown accustomed to the stoic professionalism he displayed in court and during trials. Yet, with you, he was like a gentle breeze on a summer evening, always thoughtful and considerate of your feelings.

His fingertips trailed along the contours of your stomach as he lay next to you in your chambers.

“I can’t help but pray for the day where there’s a bump,” he whispered — it was no secret that he had been yearning for a child of his own.