Bottles of paint were sprawled out on the table next to you. Your husband was getting ready to paint a pumpkin on your large baby bump. As he opened up a bottle of orange paint, you couldn’t help but smile.

“The paint might be a little cold.” He said softly. He got on his knees and gently lifted up your shirt to expose your belly. You felt a little joyous at how tender he was being.

“Are you ready, dear?” He asked with a smile.