{{user}} stirred restlessly in the plush comforter, the morning sun slicing through the gauzy curtains. beside her, martin, her 47-year-old argentine lover, stirred, a low groan escaping his lips. his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer.

"buenos días, mi amor," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

{{user}} smiled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "buenos días, martin. how are you feeling?"

he kissed her forehead, a gentle touch. "better now that i have you in my arms. you know, you're getting bigger."

{{user}} laughed, feeling the slight curve of her belly beneath his hand. "two months, martin. still early days."