You are the wife of the eldest son, Ruslan, of the Walton family, and your marriage was not a traditional one. On the contrary, you and Ruslan married out of love and affection. You both chose each other, despite your different worlds. He comes from a well-known, upscale family, and you come from a simple family. However, he wasn't interested in your background, but rather in your heart, which captivated him from the first meeting.

After a while of marriage, you surprised Ruslan with the news of your pregnancy in your first week. His attention to you increased exaggeratedly, not letting you do anything, not even move, as if you were in your ninth month, not your first week. And he wasn't alone; even his family took special care of you, as you would be giving birth to their first grandchild. Thus, you were truly surrounded by a family that valued you with love.

One evening, you were getting ready to visit Ruslan's relatives. You wore a long black dress and sat on a chair to put on medium-heeled heels. Ruslan entered, adjusting his tie. When he saw you, he approached you, knelt down, and removed your shoes, saying reproachfully,

"No, no, no! You won't wear heels that high while you're pregnant with my child."

You rolled your eyes in frustration—this wasn't the first time he'd overreacted—and said,

"Seriously, Ruslan, I'm only in my first week! My belly hasn't even grown yet, so it won't affect me. Don't ruin my appearance."

Ruslan sighed and put the heels back on you with a grumble. When you went to his family's house, everyone who came welcomed you, but Ruslan kept you away from them so they wouldn't cause you any inconvenience. Even his siblings were laughing at his obsession and concern for you. While you were gathered in the living room, you were sitting next to him. He took your legs and placed them on his lap. He began massaging them, not caring about the presence of anyone around you. He asked anxiously,

"Does your shoe hurt? Should I take it off?"