A/N: When an insanely talented friend of mine on Tumblr drew the most beautiful picture of Julieta and Agustin for me, I knew that I would have to write a one-shot to go with it and this is what I came up with! Writing this has truly helped me with writer's block and I love how it turned out. Happy reading!


When she rolled over in his arms for what could quite well have been the hundredth time, sliding her hand beneath her pillow with a weak sigh, Agustín tightened his hold of his wife and dropped his lips to the back of her shoulder, kissing her there and ghosting his hand across her growing bump. Why she was having such a trying time with this pregnancy when she had breezed her way through both her others, he had no idea, but her third trimester was fast approaching and the symptoms that had disappeared in no time with the girls were still making life difficult for her.

She snacked throughout the day, something he had suggested to her a couple of weeks ago, and her food did help take the edge off and bring her some relief, but it was always short-lived and it never took long for both the nausea and light-headedness to return. She never complained about her lot, however. Whether that was due to the fact she had spent her entire life looking out for others – first her brother and sister and then their daughters when they had come along – he was unsure, but it was likely a contributing factor. She just accepted her lot and pushed through it.

She made him so proud.

"What can I do?" He murmured, kissing his way towards her neck before burying his nose there as his hand slipped beneath the quilt and started to run soothingly along her thigh. "Whatever it is, mi vida, just tell me and I will do it."

"Nothing," She whispered into the darkness as her eyes fell closed and she willed the swirling low in her stomach to cease. "I have tried everything I can think of to make this go away, but nothing has worked and I feel I'm starting to realize that this is just something I'm going to have to put up with until this little one is here. I can manage with the light-headedness, that side of things isn't too bad, actually, but I can't say the same for the nausea. I feel sick constantly, no matter what I do, and I'm tired all the time. I'm so tired of being tired, I just want to sleep."

Her voice trembled as she spoke those words, the weariness and desperation she was feeling evident, and his heart ached for her. Several times throughout her pregnancy, he had told her that if they could swap places and he could bear it all for her then he would. She chuckled every time and told him that he was sweet, but what she didn't seem to understand was that he meant it wholeheartedly. His tendency to be clumsy meant that he had enough problems of his own to deal with on a daily basis, that much was true, but he would bear hers along with them in a heartbeat.

He would do anything for her.

"You want to sleep?" He nuzzled his nose against her curls, an idea slowly forming in his head.

"Mmm…" She hummed.

"Then I may have a solution," He confessed. "We're going to have to go on a little walk though. Are you up for that?"

Rolling onto her back, she looked up at him through tired eyes and frowned. "Agustín, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I know of a pretty sure-fire way to help you get some sleep," He leaned down to give her nose the lightest brush with his own, the soft giggle he elicited from her not going unnoticed by him, causing him to smile and draw his hand down her freckled cheek when he pulled back. "So, I'll ask you again, do you feel up to a short walk?"

She nodded. "It might wear me out, you never know."

He chuckled and kissed her tenderly before they pushed back the quilt and got out of bed, the two of them sharing a smile as he made his way around to her before he took her by the hand and she laced her fingers through his on instinct. Wordlessly, then, he led her across the room and opened the door so they could step out into the hallway. Casita was dark and silent, the rest of the family long having retired to bed for the night, but the moonlight coming in through a window illuminated a path for them and they padded down the hall together before making a left turn.

"You know where we're going now, don't you?" He smirked when she shook her head and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Yes." She replied, leaning her head against his arm and closing her eyes when he kissed her temple.

She was so in love with him, words couldn't describe.

It took them minutes to reach the music room, his favourite room in the entire house and where he chose to spend his time while she and the others were working, and once they were inside he shut the door and dropped her hand. She watched him make a beeline for the piano near the window, crossing her arms as he opened the curtains just enough to let the breeze into the room when he opened it. He then lifted the instrument's lid, running his fingers along the keys before he sat on the stool and turned to her. "Come here, beautiful." He said, patting his lap.

Tracing the curve of her growing belly with her hand, she did as she was told and made her way across the room to him, unable to keep herself from giggling when he took her by the hips and brought her to sit in his lap so she was facing him. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct, resting her hands on the side of his neck, and a light hum escaped her when he leaned in to catch her in a kiss. It was simple, chaste and soft, yet held so much meaning and she touched her forehead to his when it broke. "I don't care what mamá thinks. You are perfect for me." She sighed.

"I love you and I am going to spend the rest of my life reminding you of that." He assured her.

"Me too." She pecked at his lips once more before wrapping her arms around his frame, snuggling far into his chest.

"Close your eyes," He spoke his words into her hair as he reached around her for the keys. "Try to sleep."

He wasted no time in starting to play once she'd tucked her head beneath his chin and buried her nose in his shirt, the love he had for her deepening as he could sense both the moment she worked out the tune and smiled a sleepy smile. Kissing the top of her head when she tightened her legs around his middle, he found himself starting to sing.

"Yas son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas. Hay que volar, hay que encontrar, su propio futuro…"


A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read! I had so much fun writing this little one-shot and I really hope that you liked it! I would appreciate it so much if you left a review to let me know what you thought.