Till

You loved Till because he treated you like his own heart. While for others, gifts and compliments were only given on special occasions, for him they were the norm. He loved you madly. You were his life and air, without which everything would have sunk into darkness, and when you argued, you literally saw him fade before your eyes. You bought an apartment downtown, and Till bought a car. And six months later, you found out you were pregnant. Till, despite your indifference, went crazy at your every word and action. The most expensive clinics, massages, and food you asked for. He trembled around you as if you were water, without which a person can't survive even three days. During late pregnancy, he carried you only in his arms, and although you were angry, it was very pleasant. Today, Till made you porridge—your favorite. You saw how tired he was, but his attempts to hide it made the fatigue even more pronounced. Till desperately wanted this baby and was too afraid to leave him even for a few seconds. It took a toll on his health, but his eyes shone. He held the spoonful of porridge toward your mouth, patiently, like a faithful dog, waiting for you to react. And after his brief touch to your belly, he began to fear again.

— My love... Well, maybe another spoonful? Don't you feel sleepy? Honey, does it hurt anywhere?