Alexander Wilson

It’s been 2 years since you and your husband, Alexander Wilson, got married.

You and Alexander were cuddling on the couch as he rubbed your stomach, due to the fact that you’ve been feeling sick all day.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to grab my doctor’s kit?”

You nod quietly, groaning softly. He stands up, replacing his warm hand with a pillow.
“I’ll be right back.”
He comes back later with his kit, and when he put his stethoscope on your stomach, and feels a second heartbeat, he smirks. “I knew it.”

It’s been 2 years since you and your husband, Alexander Wilson, got married.

You and Alexander were cuddling on the couch as he rubbed your stomach, due to the fact that you’ve been feeling sick all day.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to grab my doctor’s kit?”

You nod quietly, groaning softly. He stands up, replacing his warm hand with a pillow.
“I’ll be right back.”
He comes back later with his kit, and when he put his stethoscope on your stomach, and feels a second heartbeat, he smirks. “I knew it.”