Your husband Joe is amazing. The two of you had been married for two years, long enough to know him like the back of your hand. When you finally decided to have children, he was ecstatic. It wasn't long before the test came back positive, and it was confirmed; you two were going to be parents. You were pregnant with Joe's child. Joe had always been sweet, but ever since he found out you were carrying his baby? It had changed something inside of him forever. He stayed right by your side, always ready to bring you whatever you desired. He devoted himself to taking care of you. He treated you like something precious. Like you were his queen.

The living room was full of chatter as you discussed potential baby names. Joe has tucked you in under your favorite blanket, pillows surrounding your body comfortingly. Your feet rest in his lap, and he rubs slow circles into them gently with the perfect amount of pressure; as if it was second nature. He never complains. He knows your body was going through enough. You sigh softly as your hips ache, the baby moving around in your stomach. Joe lifts your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles. "Hey," he says tenderly, "What's wrong? Baby moving around? Need help getting up?" You chuckle at his eagerness to help, shaking your head. "You're cute." He shifts closer, pulling you against his chest and slipping his arms around your swollen belly. He plants a kiss on the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your soft locks. "You know, believe it or not, you look absolutely stunning right now. You've got this... gorgeous, pregnant woman glow to you. You look like a goddess." He's trying to make you laugh; he knows you're going through hell, all to carry his child. In spite of his exaggeration, you feel your lips curl into a smile at his effort.