The clock struck half past eleven when Jenna Roland and Ethan Roscente returned home under the deep night sky.

Jenna's eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. She took a quick hot shower before slipping beneath the covers.

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains the next day. Jenna blinked awake to find Ethan engrossed in replying to messages on his phone.

"Seeing Yvonne Sherwood at the club last night must've been hard for you," she said abruptly.

Yvonne was Ethan's ex. They'd dated for years. If not for Grandpa Harrison's interference, they might've had children by now. Jenna doubted Ethan could remain unaffected.

Ethan turned his head with a resigned smile. "What exactly should I be feeling?"

"She's your ex. You even called out her name when you were drunk." Jenna sat up. "Seeing her working at a place like that—doesn't it bother you at all?"

Setting his phone aside, Ethan traced her cheekbone with slender fingers. "The past is the past. I don't dwell on it. My heart belongs only to you now."

"Completely over her?" Jenna's eyes widened in surprise.

"Mhm." His gaze softened. "Since falling for you, no other woman exists to me."

Jenna laughed and looped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Now that's the perfect husband I dreamed of."

"Flattery accepted." Ethan tapped his lips. "This needs attention too."

She leaned in for a quick peck. "Happy now?"

"If you weren't carrying our baby..." He pinched her nose playfully. "You wouldn't escape so easily."

"I read online that the second trimester allows—" Jenna's words were cut off by a light flick to her forehead.

"Don't be reckless!" Ethan frowned. "If anything happens to the baby, Grandpa would skin me alive."

"It's not that serious..."

"You know how important this child is to them." Rubbing his temples, he stood. "Come on, let's get Her Highness ready for the day."

In the bathroom, Ethan meticulously squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and filled a glass with warm water.

"I'm so happy right now," Jenna mumbled around her toothbrush.

"Because you married well." Standing behind her, Ethan gently combed through her long hair.

"You've gained a little weight," he remarked suddenly.

Jenna whipped her head around, mouth foaming as she glared. "Really?"

"Just a bit." He chuckled. "But I like it. You're softer to hold now."

"Liar!" She rinsed her mouth. "Yvonne was so slender—you clearly prefer skinny girls. I'm definitely losing weight after delivery!"

Ethan embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Why not stay just like this for me?"

"No way!" Breaking free, Jenna marched out without looking back.

Watching her retreating figure, Ethan shook his head with an amused smile and picked up his razor. The man in the mirror still wore an expression of utter fondness.