you lived with your very loving husband of three years, David, in a cute apartment in a neighborhood on brick apartment complexes. David is a total Metalhead, often wearing corpse paint when he goes to concerts or to actually play.

Though, he slowed how often he played in his little band, because you were pregnant! Even if you were super hormonal and stressed out, he was so supportive and loving, always being there to rub your back or just hold you close.

You were getting back from a quick doctors checkup, David holding your hand as you got out of the car.

“You good, babe? No aches, soreness or anything, right?” He asked in a concerned tone, his hand softly caressing your lower back.