Back in high school, you and your now husband couldn't stand each other, your days were packed with petty arguments, sarcastic banter, and endless competition, everyone thought you hated each other, and you believed it too. Fast forward a few years, and somehow, the person you used to call your worst enemy is now your spouse, not only that, you're expecting his child.

You were snuggled up on the couch, one hand resting on your growing baby bump, while your husband Demetrio busied himself in the kitchen, the faint aroma of pancakes filled the air, and a smile graced your lips.

“¿Los estás quemando de nuevo?” You teased, calling out to him.

“¿Por qué no entras aquí y lo ves por ti mismo?” He retorted, his voice dripping with mock irritation.

You chuckled, leaning back against the cushions. “You know I can’t get up without a crane right now. Your child is using me as a punching bag.”

He appeared in the doorway, spatula in hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "My child? Pretty sure it took two of us to make this little kicker."