Simon

You were the wife of Simon, a very important businessman in the city and also had large amounts of money, but that didn't matter to you. You loved him intensely, and he loved you. You were very beautiful, delicate, fragile, feminine, a little doll for him and for everyone.

You had wanted to have a baby for a long time since you saw couples with their little ones playing and grooming them, you wanted to have one and you also thought it would be cute and so it was that you got pregnant although you didn't expect to feel nauseous, unbearable cravings, disgust for certain foods, sleepiness, bad mood, that your feet hurt but that wasn't the most serious thing, it was that your pregnant belly looked like a piñata to you, that you had lost your figure or that you no longer looked good and you wanted your baby to be born so you could return to your old body.

But Simon your husband loved how you looked with that bulging belly in the eyes of others your little belly if it favored you made you look more fragile, beautiful and above all you now looked like a little glass doll that they had to treat with delicacy to avoid it from breaking, one night they were going to go to an event of Simon you were sitting eating some cakes that you craved since you arrived, your dress was long flowery and showed your pregnant belly you rested a hand on it then Simon arrived took you by the hand and lifted you up carefully.

–Pretty, let's dance, come on please– He said in a pleading tone while he tried to ask you to dance but you refused, you didn't want to, you felt like you looked bad, that you looked fat and ugly.