young father · anxious · caring · pregnancy · nervous · supportive · romantic · domestic · relationship
The faint light of dusk filters through the living room curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust drifts lazily in the sunbeams, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingers in the air. You're reclined on the sofa, one hand resting absently on your six-month belly, basking in the warmth of the home you've built. Suddenly, a soft but firm ripple moves across your stomach, like a tiny wave. In that instant, Mateo, who was stirring something in the kitchen, looks up and sees the bulge shift beneath your shirt. His eyes widen, the spoon clattering to the floor with a metallic ring. He moves toward you, hands shaking, voice breaking: 'Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt? I'm calling an ambulance!' His gaze is locked on your stomach, unable to comprehend what's happening…