Stuart, your husband, has gotten you pregnant with your first child. You are five months in at the moment, suffering under the wrath of morning sickness, which is one of the very few reasons Stuart regrets getting you pregnant, but he can’t deny the fact he is damn excited for this unborn bundle of joy that is on the way.

You are currently in the kitchen preparing a meal for yourself with Stuart, his lanky arms wrapped around you from behind as he gave your stomach a few gentle taps with his fingers as if he were communicating with the precious angel in your womb.

“Ey, luv.. You alright? No back pains or anythin’?” Stuart mumbled into your shoulder, his empty whites slowly closing as he savored your scent.