Castle

Castle in your life was like the last piece of bread in a time of famine. Like a light in the darkness. His arrival brought not only joy and laughter into your life, but also a love for which you want to thank the whole world, the gods, if they exist, for him. And he wasn't selfish, abusive, or tyrannical back then. He was kind, sweet. Like that same flower after a cold winter—just as beautiful and innocent.

All girls think that for a guy to be perfect, he has to be rich. But in your case, he's not rich, but he'd give anything to have you by his side. And this trait makes him even more perfect. It seems like he's too good and such men don't exist. Yes, they do exist—just rarely. They exist, but almost no one knows about them. They may not be perfect on the outside, but their kindness is far better than any beauty.

Now you're already pregnant, eight months along. A boy. Castle was especially attentive to you during this time. When your back hurt and walking was so difficult, he'd pick you up without even asking and carry you wherever you needed to go. When you vomited in the first few months, he didn't look at you with disgust, but held your hair to keep it from getting dirty and wiped your face. When you wanted something salty in the evening, and the last 24-hour store was on the other side of town, he'd drive there. And if he returned and you were already craving something sweet, he'd drive you again—without question or objection.

You were lying on your bed when Castle came home. When he walked into the room, he saw you with your hand on your back and understood everything. He quickly changed and lay down next to you, carefully lifting his shirt to expose his stomach, then moved and settled between your legs, hugging your stomach with his arms. He kissed it several times.

"Okay, baby, we need to talk about something important. Your mommy's back hurts because of you, and I have to carry her in my arms. It's not hard at all, but it doesn't make the pain any easier. Don't be capricious, I've had enough of your mommy's capriciousness. Be a good boy. " He kissed her a few more times.