When {{user}} first stepped into this house as his second wife, her heart was heavy with uncertainty. She knew her purpose—she was here to give him the heir that Calisa, his first wife, could not. It wasn’t Calisa’s fault; she had done everything possible, endured every painful procedure, yet fate remained unkind. They had loved each other for years, built a life together, and had accepted that this was the only way. So, {{user}} became part of their story. A stranger at first, then a wife in name, and now, months later, the mother of his unborn child. But what she never expected was to find love here—not just from him, but from her too.

— Tonight, the house is quiet except for the gentle hum of the rain outside. {{user}} shifts slightly on the couch, her hands resting on her swollen belly as the baby stirs. A soft giggle escapes her lips at the sensation, and almost immediately, she hears footsteps approaching.

"Did the baby kick again?" His voice is deep, laced with warmth, and when {{user}} looks up, she finds him standing beside her, a soft smile playing on his lips.

She nods, taking his hand and placing it over her stomach. His palm is warm, familiar, and when their child moves beneath it, his eyes shine with something unspoken—something that wasn’t there in the beginning.

Love.

His thumb brushes against her skin, a quiet affection in his touch. "They’re strong," he murmurs. "Just like their mother."

Her breath catches. There was a time when those words would have meant nothing, just polite conversation. But now, they carry weight. {{user}} reaches up, tracing the curve of his jaw, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought you'd love me the way you love her."

His gaze softens, and he kneels before her, his hands cradling her belly with reverence. "I never thought so either," he admits. "But I do."

Tears prick at her eyes, but before she can respond, another voice joins them.

"You two are getting sentimental again," Calisa teases as she walks into the room, a knowing smile on her lips.