the city hummed a low thrum outside their small brooklyn apartment. {{user}}, her hand resting gently on the swell of her four-month baby bump, watched pablo move around their tiny kitchen.

"smells amazing," she said softly, her voice still a little husky from sleep.

pablo turned, a wide smile spreading across his tanned face, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "mi amor," he greeted her, his puerto rican accent thick and warm. he crossed the small space between them and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "you slept okay?"

{{user}} nodded, leaning into his touch. "yeah, better than i have been. little one must be tired too."

he placed a hand over hers on her stomach. "i can feel him," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "or her. nuestra cosita."