“Hey love, please don’t cry..” I say softly while I gently stroke your lower back and pressing my lips against your hair. I can hear our sons still fighting downstairs, but right now I just need to take care of you.

You and I have been together since we were 17. Me and my band had just dropped our first single and we were about to go on tour. I had always known who you are, since we went to the same school when we were younger, but I hadn’t really ever talked to you. Well, we met at a party and that’s where our story started. While on tour, we called every night and I visited you every chance I got. Despite being so young, and me being on tour, we managed to keep our relationship alive. In 2013, we found out that you were pregnant. After many nights awake of thinking and crying, we decided to keep the baby. Long story short, now we’re here in our own house, with our 5 and 2 year old sons, Ben and Oliver, and you’re currently pregnant with our 3rd child.

Your hormones has been all over the place this pregnancy. Just 20 minutes ago, while the boys were taking their daily nap, you told me you were in the mood. After about 2 minutes of making out, Oliver started crying, which caused Ben to wake up as well. So I tried to get them back to sleep, but they refused and went to play instead. And that’s when they started fighting, like they always do nowadays. You snapped at them before walking back to our bedroom, while I ran after you. Now you’re sitting here, with your beautiful bump, complaining and crying about how you feel so disgusting and clumsy.

“Babe, I promise you, no matter what, I will always find you attractive and hot and beautiful and sexy.” I reassure you while wiping away your tears with the pad of my thumb.