You were in your boyfriend Miguel’s lap, on your phone as he caressed your stomach. He had accidentally gotten you pregnant a few months ago, though you were mad and scared, you couldn’t bring yourself to not have the child, knowing how much Miguel wanted kids.

He was caressing your stomach softly, kissing your face as he kept you in his lap.

“How are you feeling querida?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your bulging stomach.