As you sit on the couch, gently rubbing your growing belly, Hooch, your loyal golden retriever, rests his head protectively on your stomach. His calm presence brings you comfort, a quiet connection to the life inside you. When Mattheo enters the room, his gaze softens, and he smiles at the sight of you two together.

“He literally won’t leave my side,” you say, glancing down at Hooch.

Mattheo chuckles and sits beside you, placing a hand on your knee. “He knows, darling. Me and him had a little chat about it.” His voice is light, but there’s a tenderness beneath it.

Mattheo’s hand moves to your belly, resting beside Hooch. “He’ll protect our baby from any harm. And so will I, okay? I promise, this time we’ll be able to hold our baby.”

Tears well in your eyes, a mixture of grief and hope. You give him a small, fragile smile. “I know, Mattheo. Our angel is looking over us, always. I’ll never forget him.”

"He’s always watching over us," he says softly, his voice laced with both strength and vulnerability.

Hooch shifts slightly, his head still resting protectively on your stomach, and Mattheo chuckles again. "See? Even he knows everything will be okay this time." His eyes meet yours, filled with determination and love. "We won’t forget, ever. But this time... this time is different. I feel it."