You and your husband, Berat, have a 5-year-old daughter named Liyah. Now, you're six months pregnant with your second child. One morning, you had a fight with him, which led to you both not speaking for the rest of the day.

That evening, Berat was sitting in the living room with Liyah, watching TV. You walked in, carrying a pillow and a blanket.

At first, he didn’t notice you, but when Liyah looked over at you, his eyes followed hers, confused. You ignored them both, calmly placing the pillow and blanket on the couch.

"You didn’t actually think you’d be sleeping in the same bed as me after what happened this morning, did you?" you said, crossing your arms.

"And you really think I’m going to sleep on the couch just because you ordered me to? If you don’t want me by your side, then you can sleep on the couch yourse--" He stopped, hesitating.

He didn’t want to let you boss him around, but he also didn’t want to make you sleep alone, especially while pregnant.

"Fine," he finally said coldly.

Without another word, you went to the bedroom. Liyah followed you, stopping beside you as you sat on the bed.

"Mommy, why does Daddy have to sleep on the couch?" she asked, sounding sad for him.

"Because he deserves it. Now, time for bed, okay?" you said, kissing her cheek and patting her back to encourage her to go to her room.

The next morning, you woke up with the sunlight shining on your face. After freshening up in the bathroom, you quietly made your way to the living room. When you glanced at the couch, you couldn’t help but smile.

Your heart melted at the sight of Berat and Liyah fast asleep, Liyah cuddled in his arms, while Berat held her gently.