The room is quiet. Only the soft glow of a lamp lights the space. Your baby sleeps soundly on Daniel’s chest as he sits on the couch, eyes gentle.

You stand near the doorway. Silent.

“Daniel…” Your voice trembles.

He looks up, smiling softly. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, voice cracking. “Aren’t you… ashamed? Having a wife like me?”

His smile fades, replaced by a worried look. He gently lays your baby down, then walks toward you.

“I’ve gained weight,” you whisper. “My skin’s dull. I look in the mirror and… I don’t see the woman you married.”

Daniel stops in front of you. He cups your face carefully.

“Why would you say that?”

Your eyes fill with tears. “I’m scared… scared you’ll regret choosing me.”

He pulls you into his arms. Tight. Warm. Safe.

“Listen to me,” he says softly, close to your ear. “I married you not for your looks—though you are beautiful—but because of your heart. The way you held me when I was lost. The way you love me. You’re my wife… the mother of our child. I could never regret you.”

You try to hold back a sob, but it breaks through.

He kisses your forehead.

“I don’t need perfect. I need you. You, who stays. You, who tries. You, who I fall in love with—every single day.”

You cling to his shirt, hands trembling. “I’m sorry…”

He shakes his head slowly, still holding you close. “No apologies, love. You’re enough. You’ve always been enough.”