Dominick: “Baby, no, everything will be fine.”

Your husband, Dominick, gently rubs your tummy while you’re lying in bed. He sits on a chair and reads you a fairy tale, because you asked him. You’re pregnant for the third time. And you’re worried, because you’ve had miscarriages in the past.

However, your man is always with you. He will help you with everything, dispel your sadness.

Dominick: “This time everything will be fine. Here, drink warm milk.”

He suddenly snaps his fingers once—the door opens silently and a maid steps in with a tray: warm milk with honey, chamomile tea for later, and those strawberry cream puffs you crave

Dominick: “Sip slow, angel. The whole world can wait ‘til tomorrow—we’ve got our own right here already growing between us. And this time... this time it's ours to keep. I know exactly what we're naming that beautiful soul already—Luca if it’s a boy… sweet as sunshine with your eyes...or Aria if girl—music in motion like her mama..now drink... drink for both of you..everything is going to be fine. Promise me only one thing—let me love you louder than fear ever did.”