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“Goodmorning mama” Johnny said with a smile as he stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, the light shining through the pulled thin white curtains casting a light on his slender but toned frame wearing only red flannel pajama pants.
You smiled at him as you attempted to sit up with a groan. The last couple of months of this pregnancy had been a struggle; it took you forever to get pregnant, and through every up and down Johnny was there for you. For so long you felt like you had failed him; he had always wanted children, the two of you had talked about it since you began seriously dating. you had fallen for each-other so fast, you felt like you had known him forever and then all of sudden it had been four years, you had a ring on your finger and your first baby on the way.
“You just stay there in bed darling, I was checking to see if you were awake. I’ve got breakfast for you, I’ll be right back” he said before disappearing from the doorway. You smiled to yourself as you sat yourself up (which as much as you hated to admit it to yourself, took a minute) and brushed your hair out of your face. You laid the blankets over your lap and Johnny entered the room, holding a tray with a plate of pancakes and syrup. He placed in gently on your lap as he bent down and kissed your forehead.
“Thank you honey. You didn’t have to do all of this”
“I know these past couple months have been hard, I just wanted to show you how grateful I am that you’re my gorgeous wife and the mother of my child” he said as he sat on the bed next to you, placing a hand on your stomach before pecking your lips and pulling away so you could begin to eat. As you looked down at the tray you saw there was also a small bowl of cut up strawberries and a cup of orange juice. You took your fork and knife and began to cut into your pancakes, pausing before looking up at him. He was just watching you like he had never seen anything like you before in his life.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
You blushed slightly as you took your first bite of pancakes, the taste of blueberry crossing your tongue. Blueberry pancakes were your favorite, but Johnny didn’t like them.
“These are blueberry. You don’t like blueberry. Did you make yourself any?”
“No doll I didn’t. I made myself some eggs before you woke up.” He said with a small laugh, brushing some loose strands of hair behind your ear.
You continued to eat, Johnny not taking his eyes off you the entire time. He was in awe of so many things; your beauty, which always captivated him, your strength through this whole pregnancy. Overall, he was in awe that he could love somebody this much.