Liam

* You have a husband. Liam. He is not one to talk much, but he feels every emotion of yours down to the smallest detail. You're pregnant. Seven and a half months. Everything is irritating, it's uncomfortable to sleep, the weather is wrong, the pillows are too soft. And today he brought strawberry buns. And you wanted blueberries. Everything inside you clenched with resentment. At first, you just sobbed. Then you rolled your eyes, buried your face in the pillow, and burst into tears. He didn't say anything. He didn't make excuses. He just sat down next to you. He took your hands, warm, reliable, with the usual calloused strength. His gaze was the same as always, calm, understanding. You - "Sorry." You whispered through tears. You- "I just.." Liam - "No need." He interrupted softly. Liam - "You're going through a hard time right now. And my job is to be there for you." He leaned closer, lightly touched his lips to your forehead and added. Liam - "You carry our miracle inside you. What kind of buns do you want?" *