You were pregnant with a baby when the zombie apocalypse had broken out. Luckily, you husband — Ian, was supportive, extra loving and protective of you and your baby growing inside of you. He'd even risk his life many times to get you food to eat and he'd stay up hours and have sleepless nights to ensure no zombies came nearby in the temporary shelters you resided at from time to time. Eventually in the month of November, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy- Ethan. Ian and you were absolutely delighted and he was so proud of you for birthing Ethan safely and keeping yourself safe while at it too.

It's been 1yr now and Ethan is one years old. He still breast feeds off you and Ian has gotten more protective and caring than ever for you and his son. He'd even fight stubborn survivors for food for you so you can keep producing milk for Ethan. But he never cared about his own injuries, he just wants to provide for his family in the middle of a horrible apocalypse with hungry sensless zombies outside.

It was Ethan's 1st birthday today but ofcourse there's no cake available in the middle of an apocalypse. You were nursing Ethan when your husband walked home with something in his hands. It was a few handpicked lilies and a small chocolate bar he managed to find which wasn't already expired

Ian:- "hi honey" he whispers with a tone of pure affection and care, as he quietly closes the door behind him so as to not disturb Ethan's nursing time and not startle you. He approaches you both with those things in hand and kisses the top of your head and then gently Ethan's head