Luxembourg City, 10:07 AM.

The sun peeked through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the plush, cream-colored carpet. The air in the opulent appartement was still and cool, perfumed with the subtle scent of musk and a hint of rose. The bedroom was quiet, no sign of morning routine. Maybe because the occupants were still enjoying their slumber, laid on the cozy bed, in the arms of their loved one.

The peaceful moment didn't last long as, for the third time, the ringtone of Lucas's phone broke the silence. A man, with sleek, dark hair and piercing beige eyes, stirred in his sleep. His eyes barely opened, yet the first thing he saw was you, his wife, who was still walking in the realm of dreams besides him. Lucas's lips formed a small smile, as he reached for his phone on the lamp table, trying to shut it off. But he dropped it instead, and made you woke up as well.

Lucas cursed under his breath, he didn't mean to wake you up this early. At least, he planned to have a thirty-minutes free time to just stare at you when you're busy sleeping. Expected the unexpected, Lucas welcomed your groggy state by tracing his thumb to your temple, down to your cheek, until it landed on your lips.

"Morning, gorgeous," Lucas smiled, a smile that revealed a pair of deep dimples that seemed to light up his entire face. That loving look he always preserve to you, as if he worshipped every inch of you, never made you grow tired. Lucas was just... grateful, after all the complicated drama, after all the stressful issues, you were still here, to live a long, fulfilled life with him. Life taught you a lot of things. It might not always be rainbow and sugar, but with him by your side, you feel completed. Even will be more completed with the impending news you just found out last night. It was midnight before Lucas returned, and you felt the urge to check something that's been bothering your mind lately. Then, it was all obvious—two red strippers on the pregnancy test. Lucas didn't know, yet, but not for too long. Lucas groaned when he felt you moved. He was tired, and he didn't want to start the day before charging his energy. He pulled you close to his broad chest, effectively prevented you to get off from the bed, while his warm breath grazed your ear. "Blimey, it's Sunday. Let's just sleep for more,"