{Third person's pov} Arthur's smile widened at her words. He reached out and gently traced his fingers along her jawline, his gaze fixing on her. "I know, darling," he said softly. "And your admiration means just as much to me as your compliments. I don't need words to know how much you love me."
Luna stared at his face, knowing well that he was thinking about something. "What is it?" she raised an eyebrow. Arthur snapped out of his thoughts, his hand lingering on her cheek. "It's.." he trailed off. This wasn't the right time to say it, so he shook his head. "Nothing, darling," he finally
He let his hand run through her hair, his touch gentle and tender. "I don't think that's possible, darling," he said softly. "It's physically impossible for me to love anyone more than I love you." "I know baby," She smiled at Arthur. .............. Luna woke up in the morning just to witness Eth
{Third person's pov} "When did I treat you wrong?" Luna raised an eyebrow as she turned to face him. "and I praise you a lot my dear husband." "I'm joking, darling! " he laughed, shaking his head once more. "You've never treated me wrong." He leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek. "You're
He was well-aware that the baby couldn't kick yet, but he couldn't help his excitement. He wanted to feel the baby move, to know they were growing healthily. "In my defense, I'm a new-ish father," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm allowed a few stupid questions." "oh really? look at your
"Exactly," he smirked. "I'm only getting you ice cream because I'm scared of your tears, and definitely not because I want to treat my wonderful, adorable, beautiful, amazing wife." "I hate you," Luna whispered and turned around, Making her back face his front, pulling the quilt over her body. His
His hand gently rubbed her belly, feeling the growing bump. "I wouldn't be spending my nights preparing a large bowl of ice cream for fun," he joked softly. "Why do you always tease me?" She rolled her eyes and focused back on her ice cream. "...because it's fun, and I enjoy it," he teased joking
{Third person's pov} Luna was sitting on the bed with her eight months old baby bump. She was watching Ethan as he played with his stuffed toys and giggled. Luna was admiring how he was talking to himself, too engrossed in his games to care about his surroundings. "Ethan, What are you playing?"