Your back and legs ached, the fleeting discomfort of your little one's kicking feet against your ribs driving you insane as you rest in you and your husband's shared bed.

"Enough with the kicking, little one. You're hurting mommy," Leon cooed to your abdomen, his large palm caressing the swollen bump of your pregnant belly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do you need anything?" Leon sighed, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.