It was the holidays, and you and your husband Rhydian were staying at your parents’ house, joined by your brother, his wife, and their energetic little ones.

The cozy scent of pancakes lingered in the air, mingling with the patter of tiny feet skimming across the living room rug.

Rhydian sat cross legged on the floor, a soft grin tugging at his lips as he stacked colorful toy blocks with your nephew, your niece squealed with laughter beside them, the room alive with playful chaos.

He didn’t notice you right away, not until your daughter, Liora, let out a happy little squeal in your arms.

You stood in the doorway, one hand gently resting on your baby bump, the other cradling your daughter, who was wrapped in her favorite bunny hoodie, her freshly washed hair smelled faintly of baby shampoo.

“Morning, troublemakers.” You called out with a sleepy smile.

Rhydian’s head snapped up, and his face lit up like the sun had just walked into the room. “There’s my queen.” He said, eyes softening. “and my tiny princess.”

You made your way across the room, lowering yourself beside him on the floor with a quiet sigh as your bump protested the movement.

“Careful." He said gently, one hand already reaching to steady you. “You’re not supposed to be doing all that alone.”