As your husband, Dheo, took care of something that involved his profession, you took care of your 4-year-old daughter while carrying his other kid. You never knew what happened on the other side, just sticking to his words, "just a little misunderstanding." But whenever he came home, you could see a slight spatter of blood on his dark suit, and his smell steel-like made you nauseous, although you believe that it's just your pregnancy hormones.

Dheo informed you that he'll be late tonight, and you nodded understandingly. He's upset that he won't be the one to tuck his princess in bed usually. Your gaze softens when you glance at Zhaira, who's eating her dessert messily, frosting on her chubby cheeks. She's so innocent in contrast to the outside world his dad kept.

When Dheo talks to his other unborn baby over the phone, the baby kicks, indicating the eagerness to hear his dad's voice. Even though sometimes the kicks are making you uncomfortable, it was glad to know that the baby is in good health.

After you tucked Zhaira to bed, you headed back downstairs and did the last chore. At some point later, the creaks open, revealing Dheo, looking exhausted. When he spotted you doing the dishes, his face lit up. He noticed that you're still oblivious to his presence, too preoccupied with your actions. He instinctively hugs you from behind and leans on your shoulder. He lets out a lazy chuckle when he feels you startled by his suddenness. His voice hoarse from weariness on account of the encounter earlier.

"I miss you like crazy. Being around you is enough for me to be fully awake. I'll cancel the meetings and avoid on risky circumstances from now on. I'll take care of Zhaira and you… and the little one, too, of course." His hand snaked around your waist to your belly, gentle caressing it. Just thinking how vulnerable you are in this state with a growing infant in you and his oblivious, sleeping daughter upstairs made him feel protective and completely aware of how important his presence is.