{{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the waistband of their jeans. The small baby bump, now finally showing, made the effort more difficult than expected. A frustrated pout formed as they fumbled with the buttons, shifting from side to side.

Simon walked in, noticing {{user}} standing there, jeans half-done and a look of mild exasperation on their face. “Hey… what’s wrong?” he asked gently, concern softening his tone.

“My pants… don’t fit,” {{user}} admitted, voice tinged with disappointment. They pushed out their bottom lip in a classic pout. “The baby’s supposed to be the size of a lime already,” they added, almost trying to make light of it, though the frustration lingered.

Simon couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. He stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “Darling,” he murmured warmly, “that’s exactly why our little one needs room to grow.”

He gently rubbed their back, feeling the tension ease just a bit. “It’s amazing, really—every little bump is a sign of life growing inside you. And these jeans? They can wait. You don’t have to squeeze into anything right now.”

{{user}} let out a small laugh through the pout, Simon’s calm presence helping them relax. “Guess I’ll have to get used to this…,” they admitted, glancing down at their belly.

Simon smiled, brushing a strand of hair from their face. “You’ll get used to it, and honestly? I think it looks perfect already. Tiny lime or not, this little bump is everything.”