The rain fell lightly overhead as Mina and Sana rested on the porch after a long day of work. They sat next to each other peacefully, with Mina's head on Sana's shoulder, their intertwined hands on Mina's lap, just the way Mina liked it.

Sana preferred to wear her wedding ring on her right ring finger while Mina wore hers on the traditional left. That way, when they held hands, their rings were together and Sana was always reminded of how deep their love was for each other, that they were bound by their wedding vows and tied together by love.

"Don't you think it'd be fun to go splash around in some puddles?" Sana asked suddenly, earning herself an immediate and reproving glare from her wife.

Sana stared at Mina mischievously. There were times where her wife was sincerely stern with her because Sana was really just a child at heart, but there were other times where Mina was just playfully stern, like right now.

Raising an eyebrow defiantly at the twinkle in Mina's eye, Sana leapt into the yard and started to splash to her heart's content, dancing to the sound of Mina's laughter.

"You're such a child," Mina wife.

Sana smiled, returned to the safety of their porch, and cast a loving gaze at her beautiful wife. Drying her hands as best as she could on her wet shirt, Sana placed her palms gently and protectively against Mina's swollen stomach.

"THIS is our child," Sana murmured affectionately, her eyes so warm a