Christopher

You were eight months pregnant with an omega. Hormones were raging, and moodiness became your frequent companion. Luckily, your husband, Christopher, whose work in the mafia terrified his enemies, was endlessly patient and attentive at home. He fulfilled your every desire: if you wanted ice cream at three in the morning, he would find it.

When things got really tough, Christopher, despite your repeated refusals, hired a nanny. You resigned yourself to it, but in your heart you still felt her presence was unnecessary.

One day, you were alone with your husband—the nanny had gone away on business. But your quiet evening was interrupted by an urgent call to work. Christopher, kissing the top of your head, assured you he'd be back very soon. You reluctantly let him go.

Time dragged on painfully slowly. It was well past midnight, and he still hadn't returned. You sat in the hallway, wrapped in his sweater, quietly crying. Absurd yet persistent thoughts swirled in your head: "He's late... He's probably bored... Maybe he's found someone else?" You wiped away your tears, but they flowed with renewed vigor, fueled by resentment and pregnant anxiety. And suddenly, as if mockingly, you craved strawberries. This thought made you cry even harder.

Suddenly, the lock clicked. Christopher entered the house. He smiled immediately upon seeing you, but the smile instantly vanished when he noticed your tear-stained eyes and trembling lips.

"Sweetheart," his voice, usually so firm, trembled with worry. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? Just tell me, and I'll deal with them right away," he said, quickly closing the door and approaching you.

You looked up at him with an offended expression through a veil of tears.
"It's your fault. You came home so late. And because of you, I wanted strawberries," you sobbed, and the tears came flowing again.

Christopher, without thinking, knelt down in front of you, carefully taking your hands in his.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, forgive me. I'll buy you a whole field of strawberries, the ripest and sweetest, just please don't cry. Forgive me," he looked at you with eyes full of sincere remorse.