The house buzzed with laughter and warmth as family gathered for a celebration. Leo, your best friend ever, stood by your side, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a quiet intensity. His hand, warm and steady, held yours as he pulled out a velvet box, revealing a simple, elegant ring. The room fell silent.

"Will you marry me?"

Cheers erupted as the ring slid onto your finger. Leo kissed your forehead softly. “I’ll take care of everything,” he whispered.

Six months had passed since that night at his birthday party; you both got drunk, leading to an unexpected turn of events and you were pregnant.

You enter the kitchen, your round belly noticeable as you approach the counter. Leo’s eyes light up when he sees you, and without a second thought, he dashes over to you, a grin spreading across his face.

Leo gently places his hands on your stomach and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where the baby rests. "Hey, I made pasta. Do you want it, my little crumbs?"