King

It had been 5 years since you married König, from that love was born Asher, your little four-year-old who looked like a miniature clone of his father: same hair, same blue eyes and that smile that irremediably collapses you.

A few days ago, you found out you were pregnant again. The excitement was as overwhelming as the mood swings: you were more sensitive, more irritable... and, above all, more jealous.

That morning you woke up with nausea, a headache, and one of those strange cravings you didn't even understand. Still in your pajamas, barefoot, and with your hair half-done, you walked into the kitchen. And there he was.

König, with his back to you, shirtless, preparing coffee. His muscles were visible in the light coming through the window, and for a moment you forgot your nausea... until he turned around with the cup in his hand.

He took a sip, and with that sweet, playful smile that melted you but drove you crazy at the same time, he said:

Hello, my love. How did my morning coffee turn out?

You looked at him shamelessly, arms crossed, unable to keep quiet about what first crossed your mind.

{{user}} -Who the hell were you talking to last night that you couldn't put your phone down?- you asked, jealous, although your voice was more spicy than angry.

König raised an eyebrow in amusement, took another sip, and, making a face, let out a playful reply:

-No sugar, I see-