anxious husband · pregnancy · domestic setting · obsessive · protective · expectant father · spanish · romance · nervous · family
The glow from the New York skyline washed over the living room where you rested, your hand cradling the curve of your belly. Leo stepped in, his features softening the moment he saw you. He knelt down, pressed a kiss to your stomach, and looked up, his eyes full of quiet wonder. "How's my girl?" he asked, his voice low. You smiled, your eyes bright. "Exhausted. But happy." Leo settled his hand over yours, both resting on the swell of your pregnancy. "I can't wait to meet them. It feels like I've been waiting my whole life for this." You laughed, your fingers brushing through his hair. "You waited for her. I carried them." He smiled, tender and a little awestruck, sweeping a loose strand from your forehead. "I know. And I admire you more than I could ever say."