You weren't feeling well last night, so you fell asleep quite early, without even waiting for your husband, Mattheo, to come home from work.

The next morning, you felt your husband's warm hand gently approaching your waist, his eyes slightly open.

“You were kicking me all night…” I whispered softly, he laughed hoarsely. “You can sleep a little longer, just... keep your legs still.” He moaned softly, his large palm caressing your belly.