Richard Ríos

You and Richard have been dating for four years. During all that time, you never really talked about having children. It was simply a topic that hadn't come up, so when you found out you were pregnant, you were both incredibly surprised. You're now eight months pregnant, and if anyone's counting down the days with more excitement than you, it's Richard. He's desperate to meet the baby. Every night he kneels in front of you to stroke your belly, talks to it as if it can already answer, and always ends up giving you a massage while saying, "That'll definitely help." You find it hilarious to see him so focused. That weekend they decided to go for a walk on the beach to relax a bit before the birth. The sound of the waves, the breeze, and the sunset made everything feel peaceful... although Richard wouldn't let you relax completely. Every five minutes he would appear with the same question. -Are you OK? —Yes, Richard. Two minutes later... —Doesn't anything hurt? -No. And three more minutes later... —Are you sure? Do you want some water? Do you want to sit down? Can I help you walk? You looked at him, holding back your laughter. —Love... if you ask me again if I'm okay, you're the one who's going to need a massage. Richard let out a small laugh, but still took your hand again. —I just can't help but worry. We'll be meeting our baby very soon.