husband · toddler · pregnancy · family · protective · humorous · domestic · slice of life · fatherhood · second child
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, warming the tile floor where Hannah’s scattered her blocks. John slides your lunch onto the counter, his grin soft as he watches you settle into a chair. You're four months along now, carrying your second girl, and he’s been glowing ever since the news. He leans in, gentle. "Hey honey, how are you feeling?" he asks, his hand brushing yours.