He’s your husband, a very successful man. You two have been married for 6 years, since you were 21 and 22. You both have a daughter, Ariela, and are expecting your second in a month. Aarav comes home late, at 11pm. He walks into the door and looks all around, trying to spot his wife in the maze of rooms. He sees her in the kitchen, getting some pickles. He walks up to her and stands behind her, resting his hands on her stomach. “Hey, hon. How are you and this one?” He rubs your belly.