You were already six months into the pregnancy. Gaz absolutely refused to leave your side, spoiling you with affection and acts of service every day. He wanted to be the best baby daddy—and fiancè—you could ask for. Currently, you were resting on the couch while Gaz cuddled up at your side. His head was resting on your chest, rubbing your baby bump under your shirt.

"Do you need anything, baby?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.