𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 - 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

Five months into Rosaline's pregnancy, everything feels like a dream I never thought I'd have. Today, we're dressing for the gender reveal party, and Rosaline has been buzzing with excitement since she woke up. Watching her radiate happiness is something I can't get enough of. But last night? Last night was another story entirely.

I woke to the sound of sniffles in the middle of the night. Blinking a few times, I adjusted to the darkness and turned to find Rosaline sitting up in bed, her hands resting on her swollen belly, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart sank.

"Rosaline," I said softly, sitting up immediately. My hand found her back as I began rubbing it in gentle circles. "What's wrong? What's making you cry? Did someone do something?"

She looked at me, her lower lip trembling as she wiped her cheeks. "I'm craving chocolate ice cream cake," she admitted between hiccups. "But you were sleeping... and I didn't want to wake you."

For a moment, I couldn't help it—I laughed. I tried to stifle it, but the sound bubbled out of me, filling the quiet room. Her glare shot through the dark like a bullet, and she swatted my arm. "It's not funny!" she pouted, crossing her arms dramatically.

Still chuckling, I leaned over to kiss her cheek, trying to soothe her. "I wasn't laughing at you, sunshine. I promise. I'll get you some chocolate ice cream cake."

"But it's the middle of the night," she sniffed, her pout deepening.

"It doesn't matter," I said with a grin. "We'll make it together. How's that sound?"

Her eyes widened. "You'd do that?"

"Of course," I said, already climbing out of bed. "Come on, let's do it."

She agreed, and before I knew it, we were in the kitchen at three in the morning, assembling ingredients for her cake. It was chaos—Rosaline would sniffle one moment and giggle the next as she licked the batter off her fingers. By the time we finished, she devoured half of it and saved the rest for tomorrow.

"Our baby really loves chocolate ice cream cake," I teased as I cleaned up. She only grinned, her face lit with contentment. Once we were done, I helped her wash up and carried her back to bed, where she immediately cuddled into me and fell asleep.

The next morning, Rosaline surprised me again. She stepped into the room, looking more stunning than ever in a full-sleeved white dress that hugged her curves and her growing belly. The dress had a small slit on one side, and the V-cut neckline revealed just enough to make my thoughts wander. Her hair fell in soft waves, cascading down her back, and the heart-shaped necklace I had bought her rested perfectly on her collarbone. She wore minimal makeup, but it was enough to highlight her glowing skin.

She turned to me with a teasing smile. "Like what you see?"

I smirked, stepping closer. "Always."

Leaning in, I kissed her cheek, then knelt to kiss her belly, murmuring, "You're perfect."

Rosaline rolled her eyes playfully but laced her fingers with mine as we made our way to the garden. The entire family had gathered there, the decorations bright and cheerful, with hints of blue and pink scattered everywhere. A table stood in the center, holding a cake that would reveal the baby's gender. At the back of the garden, fireworks were set up, ready to go off when the moment came.

The setup was breathtaking—white roses adorned the archways, fairy lights twinkled in the evening air, and soft music played in the background. Rosaline's excitement was palpable as she held my hand tightly, her other hand resting on her belly.

As we stood in front of the cake, everyone crowded around us, buzzing with anticipation. Rosaline and I each took a cup from the table, our eyes locking as we held them up.

"One... two... three!" everyone counted in unison.

We poured the cups into the cake, and the room erupted in cheers as the color blue appeared. Fireworks exploded in the sky, painting it in vibrant shades of blue, and Rosaline immediately threw her arms around me, tears streaming down her face as she laughed.

"It's a boy!" she said, her voice filled with awe.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close and kissed her forehead. "It's a boy," I repeated, a smile spreading across my face. My hand found its way to her belly, rubbing gently. Suddenly, I felt a tiny kick against my palm, and I chuckled. "Looks like he's excited too."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, hugs, and congratulations. Rosaline's cravings made another appearance as she devoured more cake, and her grandmother kept doting on her, fussing over her every move. Dante, true to form, left shortly after the reveal, muttering something about a flight for business.

"I haven't heard him fire his assistant yet," I joked to Marco as Dante left. "Maybe this one's finally sticking around."

Marco laughed. "Let's hope so."

By the time the party wound down, Rosaline and I sat together, watching the fireworks one last time. Her head rested on my shoulder, her hand entwined with mine.

"Today was perfect," she murmured, her voice heavy with contentment.

"It was," I agreed, kissing the top of her head. "Because of you."

Her laughter was soft, and as the night fell quiet, I couldn't help but marvel at how much she had changed my life. And now, with our son on the way, I knew things would only get better.

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

a really short chapter sorry