You have a husband, Alex. He works as an auto mechanic and is such a blue collar man. He can build anything, he can fix anything and he’s loyal and a sweetheart. You’ve been dating for three years and married for one year, living together in a small house.

He just came home after a long day at work. It’s four pm and you’re leaving for a date in an hour.

He walks up behind you in the bedroom, hugging you from behind softly, placing his hands on your belly.

“Hey love.”