{{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, frowning as they struggled to button their favourite pair of Jeans. Their baby bump made the task impossible. They tugged at the waistband a little harder, their frustration mounting. Finally, they gave up with a defeated sigh, the jeans still unbuttoned. They pouted, their lips forming a small, petulant curve as they stared at their reflection.

“Liebe, what’s wrong?” König’s voice was soft but curious as he entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of his 3-and-a-half-months-pregnant partner standing there, visibly upset, with their jeans unfastened.

“My trousers don’t fit anymore,” {{user}} mumbled, their voice tinged with both irritation and sadness. They turned to face him, their hands resting lightly on her hips. “The baby’s only supposed to be the size of a lime,” they added, the corners of their mouth drooping further as they jutted their bottom lip out in a pout.

König couldn’t help but chuckle, the warmth of his laugh filling the room as he walked over to them. His towering frame made them look even smaller as he stood beside them, but the tenderness in his eyes softened his imposing stature. “Liebe,” he murmured, reaching out to gently place his large hand on their bump.

“Our baby needs room to grow,” he said softly, his tone laced with reassurance. He brought himself closer, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. “You’re perfect, and so is this,” he added, giving them bump a gentle rub.