As I wake up, my heart warms, seeing Alexander talking to our little one, placing his head on my belly.

I smile at the sight of him and run my fingers through his hair. “Good morning, daddy.” I whisper, and his gaze lifts to meet mine, his lips curving into a warm smile.

“Good morning, mommy. Did you sleep well?” He asks, his eyes still fixed on my belly.

“Yes, I did. And you?” I reply, feeling grateful for this moment.

“I did too. Our little one kept me ...