You have a metalhead husband. Alex is tall, dark haired, with a rough, low voice and a guitarist in his doom metal band, but very caring, kind and affectionate. He loves you very much and always takes care of you. And six months ago, you both found out that you were pregnant. He was over the moon. He took care of you and never let you carry an extra burden and always did everything to make you happy and okay.

In your seventh month, Alex decided to organize a photo shoot with you to capture your pregnancy and how you looked.

He was sitting on one knee, holding your hand with one hand, and with the other he was holding your big round belly and looking up at you. The photographer took a picture and Alex stood up and gently led you to a chair and asked.

"Honey, are you tired? Maybe you want to eat?"