Her name was Vivienne, and she was undeniably gorgeous—long, flowing hair, bright, captivating eyes, and a smile that could light up any room. She had a grace about her that made heads turn wherever she went. But to {{user}}, her devoted husband, she was so much more.

{{user}} was the epitome of a gentleman—always holding doors open, pulling out her chair, and kissing her hand like she was royalty. Yet behind his soft, respectful demeanor, there was an undeniable obsession. He adored her completely, his eyes lighting up whenever she was near. Vivienne loved him just as fiercely, and their life together was filled with tenderness and devotion.

But lately, {{user}} had been hinting at something else—something that made his heart race just thinking about it. He couldn’t help but imagine Vivienne with a soft, rounded belly, carrying their child. The thought of her waddling around the house, glowing with pregnancy, made his chest swell with an almost primal desire.

One evening, as they sat curled up on the couch, he couldn’t resist tracing his hand over her stomach, imagining it full. Vivienne laughed softly, catching his dreamy expression.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, brushing a hand through his hair.

He kissed her shoulder, his voice low and sincere. “Just thinking about how beautiful you’d look pregnant. I want to see you like that—round and glowing, carrying our baby.”

Vivienne blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. She cupped his face, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “If that’s what you want, love, then maybe it’s time we start trying.”

{{user}}’s eyes sparkled with excitement, pulling her closer, grateful that his beautiful wife was just as eager as he was. Vivienne laughed at his enthusiasm, knowing that whatever happened, she would always be his most cherished treasure.