Author's Note: Guess who got obsessed with writing pregnant Julieta and decided to start another collection of one-shots...Of course, I had to change the title of this little fic and I know it probably isn't the best, but I think it fits and so I'm running with it! I really, really hope you like this little collection of one-shots and I promise that my other Encanto fics will all be getting updated very soon!


"I mean it now, stop staring."

"Then give me something I don't want to stare at."

"Agustín…"

From where he was soaking in the tub, his arms resting on the sides and a rolled-up towel supporting his neck, Agustín smiled as he watched his wife remove her apron and let it fall gracefully to the floor. She was trying to hide it, but there was a hint of a smile on her own lips, a tell-tale sign that she didn't mind him staring at her anywhere near as much as she was trying to make out, and he shook his head.

Try as he might, he could never get her to see herself the way he did.

As far as he was concerned, she was truly the most beautiful creature that had ever graced the planet. Her big brown eyes, the smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and her wild curls were all things that he loved about her, but she could never truly understand why she captivated him so. In her opinion, she was plain compared to Pepa with her fiery red hair and vibrant clothing, but he disagreed.

She was beautiful in her own way, she didn't need to compare herself to anyone, and he cherished her.

"Help me with these buttons, would you?"

Her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he nodded, sitting up a little. "Come here."

Cradling her bump in her hands, she padded across the room to him before sitting down on the rim of the tub and moving her long curls out of the way of the buttons, a gentle sigh escaping her as she felt him get to work. He paused after opening one or two of them and she frowned, confused for a second, but then his lips grazed the patch of skin he had uncovered on her back and her heart skipped a beat. With every button he opened, he would kiss her, leaving a trail of sweet, tender kisses down her spine.

Once all the buttons were undone, he laid his hands on her waist through her dress and stretched up to kiss the back of her shoulder. "You are muy perfecto, you know that?" He mumbled against her skin.

She smiled to herself. "You're sweet."

"I mean it," He told her. "You are beautiful and I am so thankful that I get to have you for my wife."

Turning in place to look at him, she smirked. "You want something."

"The only thing I want is for you to start seeing yourself the way I see you. Enough comparing yourself to everyone else, I mean it, because you are wonderful as you are," He leaned in to press his lips softly against hers, smiling when she brought a hand to the side of his neck on instinct and swept her thumb along his jawline. Pulling back from her shortly after, he took one hand from her waist and placed it on her belly. "Besides, you're pregnant with my child and that only makes you all the more perfect to me."

"This is doing nothing for my hormones…"

"I love your stupid hormones. Now come and get in here with me before the water turns stone cold."

She wasted no time in getting to her feet and removing her dress, allowing it to join her apron on the floor, and once she had rid herself of her underthings she stepped into the bath and eased herself into the water. He reached for her on instinct once she had sat down, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her back flush against his chest, and she tucked her head into his neck as his hands came to rest on her bump. It was still rather small, so his large hands cradled it perfectly and she loved that.

"Hopefully, there's an hombrecito in there this time," She said. "I know how much you want a son."

He shook his head, feeling their baby move. "All I want is a healthy baby and a healthy you."

"I know you're worried, but the two of us are going to be absolutely fine," She soothed. "You'll see."

"Our third ninó. I still can't believe it."

Tilting her head back on his shoulder, she covered his hands with hers upon her belly and brushed two languid kisses against his lips. "Well, believe it, mi vida," She breathed, beaming up at him. "Believe…"