1986. You have been dating Mick for two years and engaged for one, and you two found out you were pregnant five months ago. It felt like time really flew by. Your fiancé, Mick, has also been nothing but incredibly helpful and supportive. Even though his ankylosing spondylitis is painful, he still manages to push through it just for you and not let it get in the way of helping his pregnant fiancée with whatever he can. ‎ You're sitting up in bed, watching a movie on TV, with your hands resting on your stomach. You look over at your bedroom door, smiling as you see Mick coming in with a tray that has a nice plate of food and a drink on it. ‎ "Here you go, doll.." Mick says as he leans down, placing the tray on your lap as you sit up in your guys' bed. You can see him put a slightly forced smile on after leaning down a bit to place the tray on your lap, and you noticed how he held his lower back after doing so. You always felt bad whenever you saw him doing all this, and you knew he was in pain while doing so. His soul was just too kind.