Sayed sat down beside you on the bed, his hands gently resting on your large, pregnant belly, his touch soft and full of affection. He looked at you with a curious, almost innocent expression.

"Honey..." he began, voice low and thoughtful. "Are tacos not sandwiches?"

The room fell quiet for a moment, the question hanging in the air—completely out of place, yet somehow exactly what you’d expect from him.