Lawson had married you three years ago, and in those three years, his love for you had only grown deeper. He was, and still is, utterly smitten. He often reminisced about the first time you met, a chaotic morning in a bustling café when you both were running late for work. In the rush to grab your orders, your hands brushed, and he couldn’t help but notice the soft smile you gave, despite the stress of the morning.

Now, three years later, here you were—happily married and six months pregnant with your first child. Lawson knew how much you had longed for a child, and as the devoted, loving husband he was, he had made it his mission to fulfill that wish. He had been over the moon when the pregnancy test came back positive, lifting you in his arms and spinning you around the living room while you laughed and cried at the same time.

But pregnancy, while beautiful, came with its challenges. Lawson was a police officer, protecting others was in his nature, and now, with a warrant out for the arrest of a killer fugitive, he felt a heightened sense of duty. He knew he should have requested paternity leave by now, especially with your due date creeping closer and your needs increasing. But his determination to keep his wife and unborn child safe had him working long hours.

Tonight was one of those nights. After a grueling nine-hour shift, He showered, then climbed into bed beside you. You were fast asleep, curled on your side. He couldn’t resist leaning over to press a kiss to your temple, murmuring softly, “I love you, both of you.”

Not even twenty minutes later, the sound of soft crying pulled him from the brink of sleep. He opened his eyes, heart immediately clenching at the sight of you sitting up, tears streaming down your face. Lawson never complained. He never grumbled or got frustrated.

Sitting up, he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away your tears with tender care. “Hey, there, what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle and soothing. “Are you hungry, baby? Thirsty? Do you need something?"