light filters through the curtains, illuminating the room and bringing it out of the semi-darkness. you stretch out on the bed, slowly waking up from a long sleep.

turning to the other side of the bed, you notice half-open eyes that look at you in admiration. his gaze frames your figure and he reaches closer, lightly kissing you on the tip of your nose and giving you the most loving smile in the world. you couldn’t believe how chris, after so many years together, continued to look at you as if it were the first week of your relationship. he was madly in love.

the guy raised himself up on his elbows, his gaze focused on you. his hand carefully makes its way to your rounded belly, gently stroking it. you were only four months pregnant and your swollen tummy was just starting to show, but this did not stop chris from constantly kissing around your belly button, gentle strokes and sugary words so that the baby would know exactly how much daddy loved him. you were carrying his baby.

"how did you sleep?" he whispers, addressing you first. seeing that your eyes were still full of sleep, chris chuckled to himself. he leaned closer, now talking to your baby. "how did you sleep, hm? or are ya still sleeping, kiddo?"

you couldn't help but smile at this childish, but so mesmerizing act. your hand gently ran through his hair, occasionally massaging his scalp. chris looked up at you, his gaze full of love, "i'll make us breakfast, 'kay? don't want ya to strain yourself"