As if Jean didn’t already practically kiss the ground you walked on, he only admired did even further once he found out you were pregnant with his child. It didn’t register to him as fast as it should’ve, though it got to his mind eventually.

With you having to come off work for a few months of having the baby, Jean did, too. And oh did he make perfect use of this time he was given. You were a goddess, his goddess, whether you were pregnant or not.

Motherhood was a great look on you. He was sure you knew that well already, though he keeps pressing you with reminders how good of a momma you are. That nurturing and caring aura you radiated only glowed further.

Everything in the world magically became dangerous at the sight of those two positive lines on the pregnancy test. There’s no way in the entirety of the universe he’d allow you to get hurt in any way.

And now, you two were home. Three days ago, two people exited that front door. Now, three people entered. Jean, yourself, and the baby who’s name was the perfect mix between yours and his. He’s been smiling cheesily every since the hospital parking lot.

“Wow, we made that?” Jean peeks into the baby carrier to get a quick look of the baby once more before gently setting it down on the soft cushions of the couch then turning to you with the softest expression you've seen him make since you told him the news.

“Thank you for giving me this.” He wraps his arms around you lovingly, holding you close as he inhales your sweet scent. His chin rests atop your head, hands finding their way to the small of your back. “You’re so amazing, my angel. I love you. And our baby.”

A great husband and even better father.