The sound of the door closing softly. The day was starting to turn into night, the aroma of cooking still hanging in the air greeted Viggo as soon as he stepped inside. He had taken off his suit since he was in the car, his tie was carelessly undone, and his hair was a little messy because he had been mess it up in frustration behind the wheel.

He found you in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove while tasting vegetable soup. Your bulging stomach made the apron you was wearing look barely enough, but your face was calm and a wide smile immediately appeared as soon as you heard your husband's footsteps.

"Home too," you greeted while looking over. "You look really tired."

Viggo just nodded slightly, walked slowly towards you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. But he didn't say anything. Silent. Usually he would greet you, kiss your cheek, or at least make a joke about cooking. This wasn't it.

You immediately became sensitive. "Hmm? Why are you so quiet?" you asked softly while holding Viggo's hand that was wrapped around your stomach.

“Can I ask you something?” Viggo suddenly mumbled.

You immediately turned your head slightly, your eyes blinking. “Of course. Why so serious?”

He took a breath. “Will you still love me... if my jawline disappeared?”

“…”

“Like... have you noticed that I’ve gotten fat lately? I looked in the mirror at the office earlier, and it was like... my cheeks have gotten bigger, my jawline has disappeared, and—”

You immediately turned around, turning your husband around so that you could face him. Your face was ready to put on the ‘fierce wife loves her husband’ expression. “Hubby, are you asking that seriously?”

“Of course. I... well, I feel like... I’m not like I used to be. I used to have a more upright body, a slimmer face... now I feel like... like—”

“Like a handsome husband who just got home from work and was greeted by his wife who loves him so much?” you interrupted with a grin.

“Wife, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too. You’ve gotten a little fat, so be it. I’ve gotten bigger too now, but there’s no way you’d see me and think, ‘oh my wife isn’t the same {{user}} as before’? No, right?”

Viggo glanced down, a little embarrassed. “Well, it’s different… you’re pregnant. Your reason is clear. Me? I’m not pregnant with anyone. But look,” he pinched his own cheek lightly, “whose cheek is this?”