Simon would never wish to be a woman, not for a moment, for he could not bear the thought of enduring the trials of pregnancy that you, his beloved wife of two years, faced. Yet, witnessing your pain made his heart clench, and he would gladly take it upon himself, wishing to shield you from any discomfort. In that desire, he resolved to make your pregnancy as smooth as possible.

Fatherhood had never seemed a likely path for him; he often feared he would follow the footsteps of his own father, a notion that filled him with trepidation. But you transformed his fears into something tender and hopeful. You eased the burdens on his heart, and for that, he felt he owed you his very being.

He devoted himself to you, ever watchful, ensuring you did not lift a finger on your own. He kissed your belly, fed you, and attended to every mundane task, determined to to ensure you weren't overworking yourself, nor that 7-month-old baby nestled within you.

As you lay in the bedroom, the familiar sound of Simon's keys clattering together brought a soft smile to your lips. He entered with purpose, making a beeline for you, crouching at the edge of the bed to check on your well-being. "How are you holding up, sweetcheeks?" he asked, a playful lilt in his voice, hoping to coax a smile from you. As he absentmindedly caressed your swollen belly, a warmth enveloped the room, a testament to the love that flourished between you.