You lay in the hospital bed, the sterile smell of the room mixing with the dull ache blooming across your swollen belly. Your hands instinctively rested on it, feeling the slight movements inside. It wouldn't be long now, you were close to giving birth, and every twinge of pain reminded you of it.

The door creaked open, and you turned your head to see your husband, Zyran, stepping inside. His tailored suit was slightly wrinkled from a long day at the company, but his eyes, those sharp, commanding eyes that could silence a room full of executives, immediately softened when they landed on you.

Concern flickered across his face as he crossed the room with quick, purposeful strides. He leaned down without hesitation, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, his hand brushing your hair back tenderly.

"Do you really think you can do this?" he asked, his voice low, almost strained. "What if you d!e?"

"I'll be fine," you whispered, offering him a small, reassuring smile despite the nerves knotting your stomach. "Don't worry."

Zyran didn’t look convinced. His hand rested carefully over yours, and then, with a familiar slyness, he muttered under his breath, "You cry every time just trying to take my d—×~k… how do you intend to do this?"

Your mouth fell open, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Are you seriously saying that right now?" you hissed, glaring at him.

He shrugged, utterly unbothered, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm just saying, baby," he said, voice dropping into that teasing, sinful tone, "I can't even e×t you o×t to make it better this time."

You slapped his arm weakly, your whole face burning. "Shut the f… up, Zyran!"

He chuckled, completely unrepentant, sitting down beside you. His fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing gently.

"Why don't we kiss instead?" he suggested smoothly, tilting his head. "Who knows, it might shock the baby into popping out."

You rolled your eyes at him, but the laugh bubbling out of you eased some of the fear tightening your chest.

"Maybe I should e×t you o×t," he mused seriously, as if pondering a business strategy. "I mean, things gotta be spr×ad open if the baby's on the way, right?"