Since he met her, he's always christened her with many nicknames.
"Honey" and "sweetheart" were the typical ones he used whenever he felt compelled to- not just because he had to, but because both of them could clearly see the affection each word had whenever he named her one of them.
"Amy" was his newest name for her- it was shorter than her original name, and it was admittingly cute, but it was also different, and yet strange enough, it suited her.
But as of this moment, lying on the small cramped bed with her hour glass form curled up against his broad chest, he suddenly couldn't help but call her his little one.
He would always tower over her, and whenever he held her, she always looked smaller in his arms. She always looked up at him, and he knew that she just loved it when he would just easily lift her up and hold her in his arms like a child-a delighted toddler.
He knew she never really had that, so he always did it for his tiny one.