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- As soon as Bruno knew you were pregnant that was it. You weren’t to lift a finger.
- You hadn’t seen Bruno smile as much as he did for the next several weeks.
- It took much convincing from you and his sisters that you can and should be moving around.
- He was always at your side, asking if you needed anything. It would take either Felix or Agustin pulling him away for you to get any time alone.
- Bruno has always been a sympathetic puker. When morning sickness started setting in, Bruno got very good at excusing himself from the situation and throw one of his sisters in to help you.
- Bruno loved standing behind you, head resting on your shoulder with his hands cradling your stomach. A position he was commonly found in.
- You and Bruno would take strolls through the Encanto, arm in arm. He’d buy you anything you even considered. Arms always full by the end of the trip.
- Bruno wouldn’t admit it, but he was terrified of being a father. He never had one of his own growing up. What does he know about being a parent?
- As it became more difficult fo you to move around towards the end of your pregnancy. Bruno found himself extra busy. That included building the crib for your shared room or helping Mirabel sew little plush toys or any of the other hundred things that still needed to get done.
- When your water broke Bruno just about fainted.
- Whatever anxiety or stress you were feeling, he was feeling it 100% more.
- The speed at which that stress turned into pure love for the little bundle in his arms would breakneck.
- Any worry about how good of a father he’d be would be gone.
- You, his baby, his whole world fit into this little room.