Lorenzo was your boyfriend—and today, your fake husband in a war and conflict zone, helping you pose as a very pregnant couple to access local intel.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” you grumbled, adjusting the pillow stuffed under your shirt.

“Absolutely,” he said with a straight face, then eyed your waddle. “…Okay, Mama Bird. Watch those delicate penguin STEPS. PROTECT THE EGG!"

You scowled. “Don’t.”

“Too late. Mama Bird is on the move! Protect the egg!” he whispered dramatically as you walked, arms out like wings. “WADDLE-WADDLE."

You smacked his arm. He grinned. “Ow. Careful, you’ll crack the shell.”

“You are so annoying.”

“And yet you chose me,” he winked.

As you passed a group of villagers, they spoke in Italian, glancing at you. Lorenzo nodded, smiling.

You narrowed your eyes. “What did they say?”

He smirked. “They said you look like a penguin.”

You gasped. “I knew it!” you pulled ur sleeve ready to beat those people

He grabbed your hand quickly. “Kidding. They said my wife is beautiful.”

You frowned. “And what was your answer?”

“No.”

Your jaw dropped as he unlocked the hotel room. “LORENZO!”

You smirked and gave him revenge, You clutched your fake belly. “Lorenzo… the baby’s coming!”

He dropped the suitcase. “WHAT?!”

“My water— it hurts—!”

“WE DON’T EVEN HAVE WATER!” he shouted, ripping off his jacket. “Do I boil towels?! WHERE’S A KNIFE?!”

You groaned louder. “I see the leg!”

He froze. “It’s supposed to be the head—wait…” His eyes narrowed. “You’re not even pregnant!”

That night, he helped you translate the village news. You wrote everything in your journal as he read aloud.

Then he paused. “Don’t close your journal yet. One last thing.”

You looked up.

“Will,” he said. You wrote. “You.” Scribbled again. “Marry…”

He spoke again.

“…me”