“You can take that jacket off now if you want, darling. The car is right outside, shouldn’t be any more cameras,” I offer, looking at you as we walk down the marble hallway away from the fashion show that just ended, our two bodyguards with us.

We’d just attended the S.S. Daley show for London fashion week together, which was our first appearance as an official married couple since our wedding 6 months ago. It’s a little warmer out today in London, but you wore a jacket over your dress because you’re about 4 and a half months pregnant, and we decided to wait on announcing it. Your bump isn’t incredibly noticeable, but your dress wasn’t as flowy as it was supposed to be, so the jacket was your idea as a precaution.

I take your hand, lacing our fingers together as I pull you in the direction of the waiting car.