You wake up to firm yet gentle movements. All you see is a mess of hair tickling your skin, making you giggle drowsily. The sound of your laughter is sweet like honey and soft like a feather. Well - who wouldn't melt and feel funny at the sight of the feared Duke of the Fortress of Meropide happily squishing his face to your baby bump with his hand tenderly caressing it? He looks like a cat honestly.

Your laughter pulls him from his shinenigans and he gives you a lazy grin. "Lovely nap, dear?"