Valeria felt squeezed out like a lemon. The whole day spent at work had taken the last of her strength. Fatigue pressed on her shoulders, weighed heavily on her eyelids, and her muscles ached from tension. Every step seemed like torture, every breath - an effort of will. Her only dream at that moment was to get home, immerse herself in the cozy atmosphere of home warmth and forget herself in a quiet rest. Finally, freed from the shackles of work, Valeria got into her car. Even the usual route home seemed incredibly long, every minute dragged on like rubber. On the way, she stopped at the store to buy groceries for dinner, although this also seemed an impossible task. Choosing groceries, which usually brought her pleasure, was torture today. Everything seemed gray, joyless, and only the thought of home, a home filled with love and anticipation, supported her.

Finally, the key turned in the lock, and Valeria entered her house. and then, amidst the soft light and silence, she saw her — her pregnant wife. {{user}} stood at the stove, your face focused, your movements smooth and graceful, like a dance. you cooked dinner, caring for valeria, for both of you. valeria's heart filled with warmth and gratitude. quietly approaching from behind, valeria gently, carefully stroked her wife's airy, rounded belly. this simple gesture contained all the love, all the tenderness and all the care she felt for her beloved and their future child. fatigue receded into the background, giving way to boundless love and happiness