Scaramouche let out a long sigh, staring at the steaming mug of ginger tea in front of him. The scent of the spice was unable to ease the worries gnawing at his heart. {{user}}, his wife, was fast asleep beside him, her face pale from the unrelenting morning sickness. He felt helpless. He had always been used to controlling everything, planning every step meticulously. However, {{user}}'s pregnancy, a gift that should make her happy, made her feel so small and helpless. He never imagined himself to be like this, ready to serve his wife's every wish, even to the point of learning to change a baby doll's diaper.

His mind drifted to the past, to the times when he only thought of his ambition and power. A life of hardship and intrigue has molded him into a cold and merciless figure. But {{user}}, with her gentleness and patience, has managed to melt the ice in his heart. He learned to appreciate the little things, like {{user}} smile in the morning, or the gentle touch of his hand at night. {{user}}'s presence has changed him, making him realize that there are things more valuable than power and ambition.

He just strokes your hair while you sleep.