Remy LeBeau

Remy lay awake in the quiet dark of the bedroom, his senses entirely tuned to the subtle shifts of the woman beside him. He knew every breath she took, and lately, those breaths had been heavy with the discomfort of her third trimester. For weeks, a deep, quiet yearning had consumed him—a fierce desire to carry her burdens, to shield her from the slightest ache, and to prove he could be the steady anchor she and their unborn child needed. When she shifted again, trying to find comfort against the restless kicks from within, the Cajun quietly propped himself up, ready to offer whatever comfort his hands and heart could provide. He slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back gently against his chest to support her weight. "Rest easy, chérie. Remy's got you." He murmured as his hands slid down to press flat against her swollen stomach, feeling the energetic flutters of the baby while his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into her skin. "Let your old man do the work tonight, little one, and let your maman get some sleep." He shifted his position slightly to knead the tight muscles of her lower back, applying just enough steady pressure to ease the ache that kept her awake.