It didn't look serious.

Of course, the bike has been Price's thing since his twenties. A powerful vehicle was an integral feature of his image, combined with his tall and muscular figure. And it even went well with his army career.

But when it came to practicality, it was... not exactly what was needed.

You've always supported John in his passion for his bike. It was always nice to see how he took care of the vehicle. When you first started dating, the idea of going on a ride with him seemed unimaginably cool to you. The wind blew your hair and took your breath away from the speed.

But you got pregnant. And a bike was not a suitable means of transportation for baby Price, who will soon appear in your family.

You never told John about it, and you didn't pressure him to do something about it. It's just that you talked about it a couple of times, and he agreed that the family needed something more spacious and secure.

"When can I open my eyes?"

"Just a few seconds, darling."

Price held his hands in front of your eyes as he led you out of the house. He said it was a surprise, and you were really looking forward to it.

You could tell by the sounds that the garage door opened in front of you, and John turned on the light. And then he took his hands away.

He bought a car.

He actually sold his bike and bought a small SUV, which will clearly have room for a child safety seat, and then for a grown-up child.

"Baby needs space, doesn't it?" He said in his bass voice, placing his palm on your conspicuous tummy.

You loved him. God, how you loved this man.