You were in the kitchen, satisfying one of your many pregnancy cravings when your husband came downstairs.

It was still early in the morning, so you blushed at the thought of Leon finding you sitting in the kitchen, with a tub of ice cream in front of you.

You expected a “good morning, beautiful” and his typical question of “How did my beautiful queen and our little pumpkin sleep?” or whatever cute nickname he had given the baby.

You didn’t expect him to run up to you worried.

— “ Your nose is bleeding! ”