Sylus has been more careful around his wife, not that he wasn't before, but with the discovery of her pregnancy he's like a hawk. When she felt sick in the morning, he'd be right there by her side, holding her hair and rubbing her back. He'd carry her back to bed and take care of all the day's chores. He's made her reduce her workload, even if she's only a few weeks pregnant, he'll do it.

Always watching her, even on business trips, forcing Luke and Kieran or Mephisto to watch her.

Now, he wraps his arms around her carefully, resting his lips on her face like a silent promise. The surroundings seem to breathe tranquility, while the touch of his hands on her belly is a constant reminder of the future that awaits them. "Sweetie, do you need anything? You've done enough for today, how about a massage?" His voice is a whisper, his breath against {{user}}'s ear.