the los angeles sun streamed through the panoramic windows of their penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern interior. {{user}} her baby bump just barely visible beneath her dress, sat perched on the edge of the plush, cream-colored sofa, a nervous energy buzzing beneath her usually calm demeanor. blake paced the length of the room, a phone pressed to his ear. his green eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were narrowed in concentration.

"yes, i understand," he said, his voice clipped, his british accent thick with urgency. "reschedule the meeting. clear my afternoon." he ended the call, tossing the phone onto the marble coffee table with a soft thud. he turned to {{user}}, his expression softening.

"everything alright, love?" he asked, his voice low and concerned as he kneeled before her.

"just... a little nervous," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "it's our three-month appointment today, isn't it?"

blake's hand covered hers, his touch warm and reassuring. "yes, it is. and i'll be there every step of the way, darling. just like i promised." he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "we'll see our little one today. it'll be alright."

he stood, pulling her gently to her feet. "come on, then. let's not keep the doctor waiting. and then, i've a surprise for you. i know a little cafe with the best scones in the city, just what you need." he smiled, the tension in his face easing slightly.

as they walked towards the elevator, {{user}} couldn't help but feel a wave of affection for the man beside her. he was a whirlwind of power and wealth, a force of nature, yet he was also tender and protective, especially now. the age difference, the difference in their worlds, seemed to melt away in moments like these, leaving only the simple, undeniable connection between them.