A/N: Kinda got real-life feels with this one ;)
Addicted
He was doing it again. He couldn't help it. It was just so…amazing. He'd never known it would feel like this…like happiness wrapped in silken skin and pronounced curves. Every night once his wife had succumbed to the deep embrace of slumber his hands would slip gently around her waist, fingertips tracing until they rested over his destination…the swollen bump which protected the equal-most precious thing in his entire world.
His child.
Their child.
He'd honestly believed that it was an utter impossibility to love his wife any more than he already did…until the day she'd gently taken his hands and rested them upon her then-flat stomach. There had been no need for words. The gesture coupled with the blindingly brilliant grin on Snow's lips when he'd looked up at her in anxious question had been more than enough.
Since that day he'd watched in awe as their child grew safe and strong within her. The troubles of a long day dealing with the needs of entire kingdom were always immediately swept away the moment he wrapped his arms around his wife and felt the life they'd created pressed between them. They were the moments he cherished…when they could both just bask in the all-encompassing love they felt for each other and their baby without allowing the uncertainties of the future to cloud their heads.
He honestly did not know what the future would bring but when he had Snow enfolded in his arms upon their marriage bed, their child moving silently beneath her skin…nothing else seemed to matter.