You sat on the stump of a tree that Charles, your husband, had cut down a few days ago. He was working on expanding your quaint cabin; tucked away in the woods of the Canadian frontier, and being the man he was, he refused to miss a single hour of working time.

After all, your pregnancy was moving along smoothly, and he wanted the work to be complete by the time your baby arrived. You deserved a nice home, and so did your coming child.

He sighed, stepping back from the additional structure and glancing back at you. "How's it looking, darling?" he asks, gesturing to the almost-finished expansion.