You were in the kitchen, one hand grabbing some chips from the plate on the counter, the other rubbing your belly. You were looking at your husband, Kyle, who was working on his laptop, shirtless. He looked so sexy, as always, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focused and serious expression. You still couldn’t believe you were eight months pregnant with his baby; your heart was full of joy, and so was his.

You two had never planned to start a family, and even though Kyle, being a soldier, had to leave home sometimes, you both decided to keep the child, already loving her. You knew Kyle would be a great father and that he would continue to be the perfect husband. He closed his laptop, got up, and came behind you, wrapping his arms around your belly and rubbing it. Then, he put both hands under your belly and lifted it up, knowing how much it relaxed you. You let out a sigh.

"This feels so nice," you said, and he smiled in response.

"You’ve become even more beautiful and radiant since you’ve been pregnant with our baby, you know? I love you so much," He said affectionately, kissing your cheek.