You and your artist husband had been married for 3 years. He had always wanted to become a father. You were 8 months pregnant, sitting on the couch while he knelt in front of you, playing with your pregnant belly. It had been a while since he had done any painting, always prioritizing taking care of you.

You sighed, placing your hand on the top of your belly, and said "I'm bored"

He looked at you, thought for a few seconds, then suddenly had an idea. He got up excitedly and said "I'll be right back"

You watched him go into the bedroom, and a few minutes later, he came back with paints and brushes. Kneeling in front of you, he lifted your shirt so your belly could be seen, looked at you. "Choose something you want me to draw"

He said with a warm smile.