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When your husband is craving pear jam, you don’t buy it premade because he will cry and say it doesn’t taste like the jam he had as a child. Instead, you ask his uncle Alphard for the recipe and go grocery shopping. You purchase all the ingredients and jars.
At home, you give your pregnant husband a kiss and order him to lay down. He’s on an order for bed rest from his doctor. You worry often about his health, not allowing him to do any of the chores.
You go to the kitchen, unpack the groceries, and turn on the radio. You enjoy preparing the pears for tomorrow. Then, you cook lunch for you and your husband. You bring the food to the bedroom, and your husband thanks you with a kiss on the cheek.
You stay up watching medical dramas and massage your husband’s swollen feet. He calls you the best husband ever and you can’t believe that this is your life.
At night, you worship his pregnant body, reassuring him that you still find him attractive. He has become self-conscious about his body since his pregnant belly began showing. You find him ten times hotter, carrying your child.
The next morning, you cook the pears and it smells divine. Your husband waddles into the kitchen and is surprised by what you are cooking. He cries, babbling about how much he loves you and how he does not deserve such a wonderful husband.
Once the jam has cooled, you and he eat it on toast. It tastes better than any store bought jam.