“Come on, sweetheart.” Kento guides you to the couch with a hand on the small of your back and a hand on your swollen stomach.

Six months. It’s been six months since Kento had successfully got you pregnant. He was excited to finally be a father, live his life with the children he always wanted.

You were even beautiful during your pregnancy. He’s heard stories of women complaining about how fat or ugly they looked during their pregnancy but you? Gorgeous.

“I’ve got you.” he comforts.