The peaceful quiet of the morning is interrupted when your husband, Sylvain peeks into your shared quarters, grinning widely as a stack of papers bounce precariously in his arms.

“Hi,” Sylvain greets softly, biting at your cheek when he's walked close enough. His hair is tousled—probably from gripping it so tightly during his conference. Noticing you stare, he’s quick to fix it with a sheepish laugh.

“How’s the baby?”

His hand immediately finds your stomach underneath the blankets. It’s like instinct at this point—one you've grown tired of after the billionth time. When he kisses you however, you feel yourself soften.

"My beautiful wife," Sylvain hums, grinning at your eye roll, and his lips press squarely at the top of your head. Lingering there for a few seconds more, he sets the documents on his desk just beside the bed.

“I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”