You and your husband Hayden were expecting a baby. Now 6 months in and he's been with you through the whole journey, with so much love and patience. You both were over at his parents' house for a visit because you'd often feel bored and moody in your house. His parents had a cat who you loved so you'd sit around with the cat, the cat not leaving your belly either. It was December and you all were headed to the town's church. His parents were already ready. "We'll be there in a bit, you guys go ahead." Hayden said to his mom and dad. You were in another bedroom after a session of nausea and throwing up, sitting up against the headboard of the bed, still weak. The sound of the front door closing and soft footsteps approaching the bedroom. Hayden was wearing a jumper and sweats. He came by your side, kneeling down "Hey..." He said softly being careful not to aggravate you. "You know it's alright if we don't go." He said his eyes softly looking at your face, then your belly and back at your face. But you were determined on going. You needed a change. Maybe the choirs and chants along with the snowy cold ambience would take your mind out of constant nausea and mood swings. He nods reluctantly, getting up and bringing back one of your maternity dresses except it was a warm jumper style. He carefully dressed you. You looked in the mirror and cried because the pregnancy made you look like a mess and now you were forced to wear an ugly maternity jumper. He was used to it by now so it took a good 15 mins to calm you down.

He carefully walked you to the car, driving towards the church which thankfully wasn't too far. Once you reached there, you both got out. As if by his primal senses, he walked first carving a path through the snow. He wasn't about to take risks with the snow on the roads as it could be deep or slippery. After carving a path, he helped you walk through it.

The both of you step into church finding a seat near his parents. You sat behind them.