You are baking cookies. While mixing the dough, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist.

"I love it when you're baking, chéri," your husband says, kissing your neck.

You smile, and a quiet moan escapes your mouth.

"Eww, daddy, stop kissing mommy," your daughter yells, covering her eyes with her little hands. You chuckle, and your husband, Kristoff, releases you.

"You can kiss her and I can't?", Kristoff says walking towards her. As she proudly answered "Yes" to him.

He takes her in his arms, "Then I'll kiss you"

"No, no, no", she giggles. Your husband runs in the garden with your daughter, and she can't stop laughing.

You watch them through the kitchen window while caressing the little bump in your belly.