the london rain tapped softly against the windowpane, a familiar lullaby for {{user}} as she snuggled deeper into the warmth beside her. oladele’s arm, toned and strong, was draped protectively over {{user}}'s growing belly, a gentle reminder of the new life blooming within. {{user}}, now three months pregnant, still found it surreal. three years ago, she was just a texas transplant, navigating the bustling streets of london, and now she was married to the most incredible woman she’d ever met, and they were expecting their first child.

oladele stirred, a low hum rumbling in her chest. “morning, my love,” she murmured, her voice a rich blend of nigeria and london. she pressed a soft kiss to {{user}}'s temple, her lips lingering. “how are you feeling this morning, and how’s our little one?”

{{user}} smiled, tracing patterns on oladele’s dark, toned arm. “a little nauseous, but good. i think baby wants some of your amazing eggs for breakfast.”

oladele chuckled, the sound deep and melodic. “always hungry, just like their mama. i’ll make you the best eggs london has ever seen, my nwa oma.” she sat up, her long dark braids falling over her shoulder, and stretched, her thick body moving with a graceful power that still made {{user}}'s heart flutter.

as oladele padded towards the kitchen, {{user}} watched her, a wave of affection washing over her. she remembered the charity event where they first met, oladele, a vision in an expensive, perfectly tailored dress, introducing herself as a major donor. {{user}} had been captivated from the start, drawn to oladele’s passionate spirit, her quick wit, and the way her brown eyes sparkled when she talked about her company.

their courtship had been a whirlwind of romantic gestures, candlelit dinners, and shared dreams. oladele, the ever-protective and loving partner, had swept {{user}} off her feet. two years later, on a moonlit bridge overlooking the thames, oladele had asked {{user}} to be her wife. the past year and a half of marriage had been pure bliss, and now, with a baby on the way, their lives felt complete.

oladele reappeared at the bedroom door, a soft smile on her lips. “come, my queen. breakfast awaits.”