As Denise's pregnancy progressed, the brunette headspy began to experience mood swings, sometimes she feels happy, the next she is wrathful, other times she is depressed. And every single time, her loving husband Uno always counter this with him giving her what she needs.
Despite Uno being strict about wearing suits, he gave an exception to his wife since she is pregnant, but it didn't stop him from still wearing his navy blue suit and necktie.
As Uno was adjusting his tie in the mirror, his navy blue suit pressed perfectly as usual. His eyes darted toward the bed, where Denise sat cross-legged, her arms folded tightly over her chest. She was giving him that look again — a mix of pouty frustration and a hint of wrath.
"I still don’t understand why you have to wear that suit everyday, Uno," Denise grumbled, her lips pursed. "It's like you're going to a fancy dinner, not just... living. Can’t you relax a bit?"
Uno turned toward her, smiling gently. "You know I like my suits, love. They’re comfortable to me. But you’re different—you’ve got a good reason not to be all dressed up." He pointed to her belly, where their child was growing.
Denise’s frown deepened, and she let out a heavy sigh, puffing up her cheeks. "You're lucky I love you," she muttered, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable. "Because this whole 'perfect gentleman' act is...ugh! Sometimes I just want to throw your tie in the laundry and hope it shrinks!"
Uno chuckled softly, walking over to her and kneeling by the bed. "You’re adorable when you're like this," he teased, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "What do you need, hm? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Want me to put on one of those silly movies we watched last night?"
Denise glared at him, her face now pink from the mix of emotions swirling inside her. "What I need," she said, leaning closer, "is for you to stop being so perfect all the time! It’s infuriating! And no, I don’t want any food. I just... I feel all over the place!" She let out an exasperated huff.
By the corner, Thomas the pug lazily stretched out in his bed, glancing toward Uno with a yawn. Beside him, Haley the cat was perched like a queen, watching Denise’s outburst with mild interest but no intention of moving from her spot.
Uno’s voice softened, a warm patience in his tone. "I know it’s hard, Denise. I’m right here, though. If yelling at my tie helps, go ahead. It can take it." He smirked, making her roll her eyes.
"I don’t want to yell at your tie, Uno. I want...ugh, I don’t even know what I want!" Denise tossed herself back onto the bed dramatically. "Maybe I want chocolate. Or a hug. Or both."
Uno leaned over, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "We’ll start with the hug," he said, wrapping his arms around her carefully. "Then we’ll get you some chocolate."
Denise let out a deep breath, some of the tension melting away as she snuggled into his embrace. "I really don’t deserve you, you know that?" she murmured, though her tone still had a hint of playfulness.
Uno smiled, his fingers gently rubbing her back. "You deserve everything, Denise. And I’m going to make sure you get it." He glanced over at the pets, catching Haley’s calm gaze and Thomas’s wagging tail. "Even if our audience over there thinks we’re ridiculous."
Denise peeked over at the animals, laughing softly. "At least they don’t judge. Unlike me." She gave a small, pouty sigh. "Okay, fine, I feel a little better."
"Good," Uno said, standing up. "Now, how about that chocolate?"
Denise’s eyes lit up briefly before narrowing. "Only if you take off the tie when we sit down."
