As the golden rays of the Saturday morning sun streamed through the window, Bisca busied herself in the bedroom, preparing for the day ahead. The warmth of the sunlight infused the room with a sense of tranquility, a perfect backdrop for a lazy weekend.

"Mornin', babe," Alzack's voice, soft and tender, broke through Bisca's reverie as he entered the room, his eyes alight with affection.

"Mornin', honey," Bisca replied, her lips curling into a smile as she leaned into his kiss, the familiar touch filling her with warmth.

"What do you want to do today?" Alzack's voice held a hint of uncertainty as he pondered the possibilities of their day together.

Bisca mirrored his uncertainty, her brows furrowing in thought. "I don't know, what do you feel like doing?"

"To be honest, I really don't know," Alzack admitted, a small frown tugging at his lips. "It's such a nice day, maybe we can go to the beach if it's not too crowded," Bisca suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"That's a good idea," Alzack agreed, nodding in approval as he made his way towards the bathroom to get ready.

While Alzack busied himself with his preparations, Bisca found herself lost in her thoughts, her hand absentmindedly drifting to her stomach. With a small sigh, she voiced her concern, her eyes clouded with worry. "Babe, is my baby bump noticeable?"

Alzack's heart melted at the vulnerability in her voice as he reached out to reassure her. "No, not really," he replied softly, his hand gently resting on her stomach in a gesture of love and support.

Feeling a pang of insecurity, Bisca rose from the bed and made her way to the closet, her mind racing with questions about what to wear for their beach outing. "Babe, which bikini should I wear?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alzack hesitated for a moment before gently voicing his concern. "Honey, I don't think it's a good idea for you to wear a bikini," he replied, his tone gentle yet firm.

Bisca's shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment flickering in her eyes as she considered his words. "Then what should I wear?" she asked, her voice tinged with resignation.

"Maybe you can wear a dress or something," Alzack suggested, his mind already working through the options. "I have two dresses that might work," Bisca said, holding up the options for his inspection.

Alzack studied the dresses thoughtfully before offering his opinion. "The navy blue dress won't work because it would be too tight for your baby bump. The white dress with flowers might work because it's loose, and it will hide your baby bump," he suggested, his voice filled with gentle reassurance.

A surprised laugh escaped Bisca's lips at his unexpected expertise in fashion. "Since when are you better at fashion than me?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I don't know, I guess from always watching you," Alzack replied with a sheepish grin, his love for her shining bright in his eyes.

As Bisca spread out the beach towels on the soft sand, her gaze caught sight of Alzack carrying something unexpected – his guns.

"Hey, Al, why did you bring your guns?" she asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

Alzack paused, setting down the bag containing his weapons, his expression serious yet determined. "I brought them because if that guy comes after you, I'll be able to protect you and the baby," he explained, his voice firm with resolve.

Bisca's heart swelled with gratitude for his unwavering dedication to their safety, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the sight of the firearms.

"Babe, I think I can handle myself," she insisted, her tone gentle yet firm as she reached out to touch his arm.

Alzack met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "I know you can, but I just want to be prepared," he replied, his voice softening with love.

Bisca nodded, understanding his perspective even as she struggled to shake off her apprehension. With a resigned sigh, she focused on the task at hand, spreading out the towels with practiced efficiency.

"Well, I'm going in the water. You coming?" Alzack's voice broke through her thoughts, his hand outstretched towards her.

"Yeah," Bisca replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she took his hand, allowing him to lead her towards the sparkling blue expanse of the ocean.

As they waded into the cool embrace of the water, the worries of the outside world faded away, replaced by the simple joy of being together in the present moment. Hand in hand, they ventured deeper into the sea, the gentle waves lapping at their feet, their laughter mingling with the salty breeze.

For a fleeting moment, all was right in their world, their love a beacon of warmth and strength amidst the vastness of the ocean. And as they basked in the serenity of the moment, Bisca couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man by her side, his unwavering presence a source of comfort and reassurance in an uncertain world.

Standing in the shallow part of the ocean, Bisca allowed the gentle waves to wash over her feet, the cool water soothing her skin. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but imagine the day when she would bring her son or daughter to this very beach, watching them splash and play in the surf.

"Hey, babe, you okay?" Alzack's voice broke through her reverie, his concern evident in his tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bisca replied with a soft smile, turning to face him. "I was just thinking about bringing the baby to the beach when it's born."

Alzack's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "That's a good idea," he agreed, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Let's go home," Bisca suggested, feeling a sudden longing for the comfort of their own space.

Once they arrived home, Bisca made her way upstairs, Alzack trailing behind her. As she prepared for bed, a fluttering sensation stirred in her stomach, but she brushed it off as nothing more than normal pregnancy movements.

Later, as Bisca scrolled through her Instagram feed, the flutter returned, stronger this time. "Babe, come here," she called out, her voice tinged with excitement.

Alzack hurried over, concern etched into his features. "What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of distress.

"I'm fine, but I think the baby just kicked," Bisca replied, her voice filled with wonder.

"Are you serious?" Alzack's eyes widened in amazement, his hand reaching out to gently touch her stomach.

"Yeah, here, feel," Bisca encouraged, guiding his hand to her abdomen.

Alzack's touch was gentle as he pressed his palm against her belly, waiting patiently for any sign of movement. At first, there was nothing, but then he felt it – a subtle flutter beneath his fingertips, like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

"I can't believe the baby is finally kicking," Alzack murmured, his voice filled with awe.

"Yeah, it's amazing," Bisca agreed, a smile spreading across her face as she watched the joy and wonder reflected in his eyes.

As they settled into bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Bisca felt a sense of contentment wash over her. With Alzack by her side, she knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love a source of strength and solace in the journey ahead.