Finn smiled. "Well, what would you like?"

Sera leaned into him a little more, resting her head on his shoulder as she thought. Her hand gently rubbed over her stomach, still flat, but now carrying a whole future inside.

“Mmm…” she hummed. “Something warm. Maybe eggs and toast? Or… maybe pancakes again?” She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to look up at him. “Is it bad that I’m craving those already?”

She smiled, sleepy-eyed and content, then added, “But only if you make them. Yours taste better.”

There was a quiet pause before she whispered, more to herself than anything, “Our baby’s going to grow up with mornings like this… with love like this.”

Finn smiled. "Of course, love, pancakes it is," he kissed her head, going off to make her breakfast. (Going on vacation, won't be on from afternoon tdy to Fri night)

Sera watched him go with a soft smile, her hand still resting on her stomach. Warmth spread through her chest as she listened to the familiar sounds of Finn moving around the kitchen. It wasn’t just the smell of pancakes that made her heart flutter — it was him. It was the way he loved her, fiercely and gently all at once.

She sat quietly in their bed, blanket pulled up over her lap, absentmindedly running her fingers over the band on her ring finger. Their baby. Their future. Her heart swelled, and she blinked away the sudden sting of tears.

“Finn?” she called out softly after a moment, her voice gentle and full of love. “Thank you… for being everything.”

(Sounds good, have fun!)