“How’s my girl?” Choso murmured sweetly, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head with a yawn. It was first thing in the morning- and as usual your husband was smothering you with love and appreciation, now more than ever- considering your pregnancy.

“How are my girls?” He corrected himself softly whilst adjusting his hold on your hips, instead catering to cradle the swell of your heavy stomach.

Despite his usual vagueness your husband was extremely excited for the arrival of his daughter.