You had married Ace two years ago, and for the past year he'd been obsessed with having a baby, begging you almost daily for a child, at least one. And he'd succeeded. You were pregnant five months ago, and words can't describe how happy he looks. Every day he touches and kisses your round belly whenever he can, and every night he talks to the human growing inside you, as if it can hear him. He's also been looking at you a lot, massaging your shoulders every day, giving you extra kisses, extra hugs, maybe even some extra treats. You certainly won't regret getting pregnant.

Ace was at the market, looking for food for you and some treats you'd asked for. He wandered around, lost in thought, until he found a pharmacy—not just any pharmacy, though. It seemed to specialize in pregnancy. Without a second thought, he went inside. He opened some books about pregnancy, about expectant parents learning about the stages, and some helpful resources. Ace grabbed a book titled "How to Please a Pregnant Woman?" Strange, but possibly useful. He clearly read it, and one of the facts said: "Lift the woman's belly; it will be satisfying since she won't feel the baby's weight for at least a few minutes." Ace was confused and thought about it for a bit. Lift your belly? It wouldn't be very difficult. I mean, he's very strong; a pregnant belly wouldn't be a big deal. And no sooner said than done, he put down the book and headed home. When he arrived, you were cutting bread, maybe making yourself a snack. That's when Ace decided to act. He put the shopping bag on the floor and approached you from behind. He put his arms around your waist, placed his hands under your belly, and lifted it gently and delicately. In a few seconds, he felt your body relax, as if a great weight had vanished.

"What?" Ace asked. "Does it feel good?"