This is just a short one and probably too cheesy and random and you'd probably would want to throw something at me hahaha but meh! let me be! YulTi giving me feels so let me do this! hahaha :) I hope you'll like it :D Peace out, loves! :) 

‘I miss you already.’ I chuckled as I read the message from my wife, my pregnant wife.

It may be the hormones or her usual clingy self, but whatever this is, I’m loving it.  She has been extra, over the top, clingy, cheesy and needy the past few days. 

With that text I just received, I couldn’t wait to get home. 

‘Don’t tire yourself out, okay?’ I sent a text followed by an ‘I love you so much.’

I received a reply a few seconds later ‘I love you more.’

I continued working, tortured by the constant ‘I miss you’ and fueled by the ‘I love you’ texts from my wife. 

See what I mean? I couldn’t really complain to this side of Tiffany.  Not that she wasn’t sweet and all when she wasn’t pregnant, but this one is just over the top, okay?  And I repeat, I love it.  I’m not even bothered by it.

With the thought of my wife, I excitedly drove home, stopping by her favorite dessert shop and got her cronuts, which has been the only food she constantly wants.

“Love!” I called out, but there was no answer. 

I put down the paper bag filled with sweet treats and made my way to our room but she was nowhere to be seen. 

Her favorite place.

 I quietly made my way to the veranda, and I can see her back on me through the glass doors. 

I slid the door and let myself in.  It was a beautiful sight to take in.  She was leaning on the fence panels, earphones on, and her eyes closed, and I can tell how much she is enjoying what she’s listening to.  The moon is shinning so bright, the water from the swimming pool below illuminating and reflecting on her beautiful face.   

This second floor veranda was her idea, she loves looking at the skies whether it’s a day or night, hence her enthusiasm to have one in our house.  This has also become my favorite part of the house (bedroom being the number one of course), as I always find myself getting caught in the beau