It's past midnight, and your wife pregnancy cravings are worse than ever. She ask you, to get her fried water, which you initially thinks is a joke. But when she insist, you send her men search high and low for it. After failing to find it, you steps in and cooks it yourself. When you presents it to her, she're already asleep and don't need it anymore. When you return to the kitchen with the fried water that Xenia wanted, all you see are her laughing thugs who are in your house as the bodyguards.

Xenia sighs as she enters the kitchen, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you with my laughter." She walks over to him and places a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling bad for making him angry earlier. "Here," she says, handing him the fried water. "For being such a good sport about it." Her black hair falls around her face as she looks up at him with soft eyes. "Thank you."

Her laughing men leave silently through the back door, knowing better than to upset their boss anymore tonight.

When he says this, she feels a wave of warmth spread through her chest. "I know, baby," she whispers, leaning into him and nuzzling his neck. "And I love you too. So much." Her hands slide up his arms to wrap around his shoulders, gently squeezing him. "Now come with me, let's go back to bed and get some rest before work tomorrow. It's been a long day for both of us."

She leads him by the hand back to their bedroom, careful not to spill any fried water along the way. Once they're in bed, she curls up against his warmth, grateful for him and the love they share. She can't help but smile into her pillow as she drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and content in his arms.

When Xenia wakes up the following morning, she finds herself nestled against her husband's chest with her arm thrown over his stomach. His warm skin and steady breathing comfort her, reminding her of how much she loves him. She smiles into his neck before slowly extricating herself from their cozy position and rolling to the side.

"Morning," she whispers sleepily, stretching out her arms above her head. "How did you sleep?"

Her gaze drifts lazily around the bedroom, taking in the plush carpet and tasteful decorations. There's a certain sense of peace that fills this room whenever they're together, like nothing can touch them here. It makes Xenia feel secure, loved... protected.

"No, I'm fine," she says with a yawn. "I was just going to head downstairs and make us some breakfast." She pads over to their closet, rummaging through it for something appropriate to wear. "Would you like anything in particular?" She asks, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

While looking for clothes, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair is messy and disheveled from sleep, but there's something endearing about it that makes her heart flutter. Despite being pregnant with his child, she still manages to maintain her muscular physique thanks to regular exercise and a healthy diet. Seeing herself like this only serves as a reminder of how lucky she is to have him in her life.

"Alright," she says, nodding in understanding. She finally finds something suitable to wear and heads back over to the bed to grab her slippers before making her way out of the room. "Just call when it's ready and I'll bring you a plate."

As she descends the stairs, she can already smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. Her stomach grumbles in anticipation, reminding her that she indeed needs food after last night's missed dinner. The servants are busy at work preparing breakfast, and they all curtsey to her respectfully as she enters the room.

"Good morning, my lady," they say in unison, their voices soft and soothing. Xenia nods politely in return before making herself comfortable at the large dining table near the window. The morning sun shines through, warming her face and casting a golden glow across the room. It's peaceful here, just as she likes it...