𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 , 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝐈. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

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Thinking about how sweet Nanami is to you during your pregnancy.

He’s so attentive, even more so than usual, because he wants to make sure that you’re comfortable. He’ll run you baths at night and give you massages when your muscles are tense. He also holds your belly up to alleviate some of the pressure on your back.

Nanami is the type of daddy who will go with you to all of your doctor visits. Even when he has to work he’ll find a way to make it. He will also go with you the recommended birthing classes without you having to ask. He’ll learn Lamaze techniques so he can help you remember the correct breathing and relaxation forms for when you go into labor. All the other mothers in your class can’t help but tell you how lucky you are to have him because most of their husbands didn’t even come.

Later that night while Nanami is gently rubbing your tummy and whispering sweet nothings to your baby you can’t help but agree, you’re so incredibly lucky.

When you finally go into labor Nanami holds your hand the entire time.

He whispers words of encouragement into your ear, telling you “how strong you are,” “how you can do this,” and “how he’s right here with you.”

You deliver the sweetest little angel who looks like a perfect carbon copy of her daddy and even though you’re a little jealous (because you’re the one that held her for 9 months) your heart overflows with love for your new family

Bonus :

Sweat covers your brow.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try your best to catch your breath. After twenty-four hours of intense labor your baby girl is finally here and she’s perfect — ten little fingers and toes, a tiny button nose, the chubbiest cheeks you’ve ever seen, and a head full of hair. She’s your little angel. And while you stare at your daughter in amazement you feel Nanami press his lips against your head. “Thank you” he says in a voice laced with adoration as he places his large palm on your daughter’s head “thank you so much.”

Your eyes begin to well up with tears . . . freaking hormones