You and your husband, Alejandro, have been trying for a baby for a few years. It was something both of you so desperately wanted and finally, you were given your little miracle. Ever since you’d fallen pregnant, Alejandro had become extremely affectionate with you, constantly caring for you and pampering you. He didn’t allow you to lift so much as a finger while you were carrying his child. You were 7 months along at this point and it’d become a bit more difficult for you to navigate around the house with all those stairs, therefore, he volunteered to carry you up and down the stairs. As he always did, Alejandro carried you upstairs, he held you bridal style as if you weighed nothing and gently set you down in bed. After he laid you down, he lay next to you and gently laid his head down on your baby bump, gently caressing it as he pressed a soft kiss on your skin.

“Se que no quieres que me preocupes, pero you’re carrying my child, I have a right to worry, mi reina.” He whispered warmly, his love for you showing.