Vincent was nearly breathless when he stepped into the kitchen. There stood {{user}}, dressed in a sleeveless light pink tulle dress with a dip in the neck to show some cleavage, the skirt long enough to cover her legs but to show her feet. She had a habit of overdressing, especially for their anniversary which was today.

Especially with the large curve of her baby bump, her hand resting on it. His voice was full of adoration as he regarded her, his voice soft.

"My God, you're beautiful."