The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden glow over the city as Elizabeth and {{user}} strolled down the quiet street. It had been a rare, peaceful afternoon out — just the two of them, enjoying a brief escape from the chaos of daily life. The actress had kept a gentle but firm hand on your back the entire time, her protective instincts heightened by the growing baby bump that you carried. At seven months pregnant, you were glowing, but Elizabeth could hardly relax, always on alert.

As you turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye — movement, fast and deliberate. She tensed immediately. In a matter of seconds, they were no longer alone.

Paparazzi.

They came out of nowhere, cameras flashing and clicking furiously as they swarmed toward the couple. The quiet afternoon was suddenly shattered by the chaos of voices, cameras, and the unmistakable desperation of photographers eager for a shot.

She immediately moved in front of you, her body tensing like a shield between her wife and the horde. “Back off!” she barked, her voice firm but controlled, though her eyes burned with barely concealed fury.

“Elizabeth, Elizabeth, over here!” one photographer yelled, edging closer despite her warning. “How does it feel to be a parent soon?”

Another shoved in, nearly brushing past your wife's shoulder, trying to snap a picture of you. The intrusion made you step back, your balance faltering for just a split second. The actress saw it happen — the slight wobble, the way your hand instinctively went to her belly as you tried to steady yourself.

Fear shot through Elizabeth's chest like ice. Her protective instincts kicked in full force, and she didn’t even hesitate. With a firm but careful hand, she gripped your arm, steadying you before you could fall.

"That’s enough!" Now, no longer trying to stay polite. She pushed back against the swarm, her eyes wild as she scanned the group of photographers, until they were finally all done, giving up.