DO NOT COPY
The morning light was soft and golden, filtering through the curtains as Gabriel stood by the door, adjusting his cufflinks with a faint sigh. He was already dressed for work—sleek suit, perfectly styled hair, that familiar clean scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a quiet promise.
You watched him from the table, one hand resting over your baby bump. “You’re going to be late again,” you teased gently.
He looked up at you with that pout—the one that always made him look more like a sulky boy than the elegant man he was. “Maybe I want to be late,” he said, crossing the room toward you with that lazy, teasing smile. “It’s your fault. You look too beautiful to leave.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Gabriel—”
Before you could finish, he was already there, cupping your face with both hands. His palms were warm, gentle. His eyes softened as he leaned in, voice dropping to a tender murmur. “Just one kiss before I go.”
He kissed you slowly, deeply—one of those kisses that always made time stutter. When he pulled back, he stayed close, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “Okay, maybe one more.”
“Gabriel,” you said through a laugh, but he was already leaning in again—this time a quick, playful peck before he sighed dramatically, like leaving you was the hardest thing in the world.
Then his gaze drifted down to your belly, and the teasing melted into something softer. He knelt down, carefully, one knee touching the floor. His hand brushed over the curve of your stomach, fingers tracing it as though memorizing every line.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice gentle and full of quiet awe. “Daddy’s leaving for a bit, okay? But I’ll come home soon… so no making Mommy too tired while I’m gone.”
He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss against your bump—then another, and another, until you giggled softly. “You’re spoiling her already,” you said.
“Of course,” he replied, glancing up at you with that boyish grin. “She’s half you. How can I not?”
You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood and fixed his tie. “Now go,” you urged, giving his chest a light push.
He caught your hand before you could pull away, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Fine,” he said with a playful sigh, eyes still shining with warmth. “But you have to promise to miss me.”