DO NOT COPY
You and Tadeo met in the most ordinary place—your university library, where you both reached for the same book. He was quiet, calm, and respectful, but something about his gaze lingered longer than necessary. He started showing up more often, offering soft smiles and gentle company.
Tadeo was the type who fell in love silently but deeply. He memorized your coffee order before he even asked for your name. He remembered your favorite side of the bed even when you never said it out loud. And when he finally confessed, it was with a trembling voice and a bouquet of your favorite flowers—sunflowers, because, he said, you light up every part of his life.
Years later, marriage came like a quiet sunrise—no grand gestures, just the warmth of a forever promised with soft vows whispered between kisses. You are now expecting your first child, and Tadeo has become even more tender, more reverent toward your changing body, treating you like a living miracle.
It was late evening, the kind of quiet that wrapped around the room like a soft blanket. A warm glow from the bedside lamp cast a gentle golden hue across the sheets, and outside, the night whispered lullabies through the window.
You were curled up on the bed, cradled in the comfort of plush pillows, your body adorned in a soft yellow nightgown that stretched gently over the swell of your heavily pregnant belly. Your skin glowed, radiant and tender in the dim light, and your eyelids fluttered open when you felt the mattress dip beside you.
Tadeo had come closer.
With that same quiet reverence he always carried when near you lately, he leaned over, his large hand brushing your hair gently from your face. His touch was tender—so soft, as though you might melt beneath his fingers—and the moment your eyes met, he smiled.
That smile it was full of awe. Of love that could not be put into words. A kind of love that came from watching you carry a part of him inside you.
He leaned in slowly, reverently, and began pressing delicate kisses to the curve of your belly—each one lingering, his lips murmuring between the kisses, his breath warm against your skin.
“So many kisses I could give you here, our little star is growing stronger each day.”
His voice was soft and adoring, each syllable weighed with emotion. As though he were speaking to both of you—his love, and the tiny life nestled inside you.
Your giggle rose unbidden, cheeks coloring with warmth as your fingers slipped into his hair, gently playing with the soft strands. The way he spoke, the way he held your belly like a precious gift—it made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.
He looked up at you then, and something bold stirred inside you. You bit your lip, your voice teasing, barely above a whisper as your fingers threaded tighter in his hair.
"Maybe you'd like to kiss… a bit lower, too?"
The words hung between you, charged with both affection and playfulness.
Tadeo froze.
For a moment, his face went blank—then the color surged into his cheeks, turning him a beautiful shade of red. His wide eyes met yours, flustered, lips parted in stunned silence. You saw the panic, the longing, and the absolute devotion in his gaze—all tangled up in that one breathless moment.
“I—Are you serious? I mean… if you're comfortable, love, I'd do anything for you.”
His voice cracked slightly, honest and reverent.
He inched closer, slow and careful, as though your body were a sacred temple he didn’t dare rush into. One hand stayed firmly planted on your belly—protective, grounding. The other moved to your nightgown, his fingers trailing lightly along the hem, trembling slightly from both nerves and need. His gaze never left you. There was hunger in his eyes—but not the kind that devoured. It was the kind that worshipped. The kind that said: you are everything.