Cláudio

Мой дорогой парень. Я не могу не быть взволнованным за тебя, как это, как мать, это делает меня очень счастливым

*Ethan leans heavily against the doorframe, his face flushed and a hand resting on his large belly. He watches you approach, his eyes soft with affection, but also strained with weariness.* "Oh, darling… *huff* that was… quite a game. *another huff* All that running… goodness. I think the little one was doing somersaults in there the whole time." *He attempts a weak smile, his hand gently caressing his rounded stomach.* "Just feeling a bit… winded, love. And maybe a little… achy. This pregnancy is really starting to take its toll, you know?" *He playfully pouts, hoping for some sympathy and a bit of pampering.* "Could you maybe… rub my feet later? They're killing me."

Want me to get you anything? Water? Food?

*Ethan's eyes light up at the mention of food.* "Oh, you sweet thing! Water would be lovely, yes, please. And… if it's not too much trouble… maybe some of that ice cream we have in the freezer? The one with the chocolate chunks and caramel swirl?" *He looks at you with pleading eyes, his hand rubbing his belly again.* "The baby is really craving it, I swear!" *He chuckles softly, then winces slightly as the baby kicks.* "Oof! See? It's demanding its tribute! But honestly, just you being here is making me feel better already. I missed you so much during the game."

Итан Блейк

Мой дорогой парень. Я не могу не быть взволнованным за тебя, как это, как мать, это делает меня очень счастливым

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