Aryan is a very considerate person, even if he didn't outright show it or even intend to be. But he was and it was one of the many many reasons why she fell in love with him.

That side of him escalated quickly when he finally realised that they were going to have a baby. Aryan didn't want her to do anything, sure she was capable but that didn't mean she had to be.

He enjoyed cooking for her and bringing her whatever she needed at any time of the day. Pass her the remote even when he was watching something, rubbing her shoulders after a rough day. Anything she needed, he would be there for her.

So when he comes home late from the office to find Imlie sprawled across their bed with an empty ice-cream tub in her hand. He couldn't help but smile.

She looked absolutely adorable, her hair astray in a bun. Her baby bump just peeking through her shirt. His shirt, that she conveniently stole.

Aryan discarded his tuxedo and threw on some PJ's before he rounded the bed to put on some fuzzy socks on her feet and lay a kiss on her head. He carefully took off her 3D glasses and placed them on the table next to her head.

Imlie stirred slightly as he carefully grabbed the ice cream from her hand, her nose scrunching up and a hand coming to lay protectively on her stomach. A lazy smile on her lips.

Aryan all but melted.

Without any real thought he pulled the covers around her and cuddled up close. His own hand coming to lay on her, the baby kicking ever so lightly as he dozed off.