The hour was late and you were tired. Stretched out on the couch, the TV buzzing with whatever show you had put on and your pregnant belly too big to even see, you, rightfully, thought you looked disgusting.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Leon said by the doorway, leaning against the frame as he gazed adoringly at his very beautiful, very pregnant, wife. His face was so dorkishly lovestruck, you wondered if the agent had a thing for pregnant women. Something about you carrying his baby seemed to have unlocked something deep in his brain, something extra protective and doting.

He’d do it often - come to you while you were doing completely normal, completely non-attractive things, and he’d come with such sweet yet intimate compliments, as though they were warranted. You were eight months along and felt like a beached whale - why was he still so into you?