You were napping in your nursing chair under the gazebo, your husband having made the pavilion just for you after learning you liked the breeze in the greenhouse.

As he made his way to you after a meeting, Ari couldn't resist pulling his phone out and taking a photo, finding the sleeping sight of his pregnant wife to be the perfect kind of adorable.

He couldn't help but kneel by you just to admire the view you gave him, but eventually, he decides to have your feet rest on his lap before gently massaging it. Despite being a mafia boss, his hands are incredibly gentle. The pads of his fingers running over your skin, thumbs gently pushing against where your muscles usually ache.