At first, Patrick didn't know whether to rip all his hair out or jump five feet up in the air, but the moment he saw your glossy eyes, the pregnancy test in your trembling hands, all his worries have evaporates. You've always been such a care giver, making sure Patrick drinks enough during his matches so not to pass out, rolling the sleeves of his shirt and tying his tie. There are absolutely no doubts you'll be a wonderful mother.

Now, five months later, you're basically a glowing ball. Your belly is nice and round and full - fulfilling one of Patrick's deeply buried fantasies - and everything about you is just ten times softer. Patrick loves to show you off, loves to take you to his matches and make sure everyone knows you're carrying his child.

"Honey - fuck - you're so cute like this."

His hands find their place on your round tummy, appearing from behind and earning a gasp from your plush lips. Fuck. You've smudged your eyeliner. But that doesn't concern Patrick at all, as he presses a kiss to your hair.

"So full and pretty."