Whenever Jaune arrived home from Beacon Academy, Pyrrha would always light up, unable to contain the smile that clung to her lips at his welcoming words. Jaune and Pyrrha came together in a loving embrace, where they shared a kiss. "How was work?" she asked once she had her lips freed of him.

"Same old, same old. It's not the same without you there teaching the students with me though," Jaune told her.

"Obviously, but you know I'll still be on maternity leave for another few months, and even then, I'll have to stay home to take care of our kids."

"Yeah, I know…" His eyes drifted down to her pregnant belly, a perfect round bulge containing their twin children inside. They both have already settled on their names: Kokina for the girl and Kitrino for the boy. "…Just a few months away…I feel so nervous, y'know?"

"I understand, and I'm nervous too, but just think how much our lives will change as parents," she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder.

Jaune rocked her in his arms for a moment as he hummed to ease her. "Hey, how about we go to bed, hm?" he suggested.

"It's only six o'clock, and I still have some dishes left to wash," she argued, despite knowing she would not be able to resist his charm.

"Nah, they can wait. Right now, let's just get you to bed and have you rest up." She failed to resist him, as usual. Jaune put down his bags and guided Pyrrha to their bedroom, taking care to hold her while she walked upon her swollen feet. Ever since the pregnancy began developing in the first few months, Jaune dedicated his time after work to her. He ceased Huntsman missions when they discovered she was pregnant, aside from simple missions with a "SAFE" rating, indicating that there was no absolute risk of danger.

Once they have reached their bedroom, there she felt his gentle kiss. He guided her to their bed, where he helped her out of her clothes and into her pajamas, and then into bed. "You rest here while I finish up those dishes, okay?" She gave him a smile and watched him go.

Pyrrha nestled herself into bed and called up her mother. "Hi, sweetie, how's it going? Those grandchildren inside of you being a pain?" Pandora Nikos joked.

"Only whenever they decide to kick around," Pyrrha chimed. "When was it that you'll be coming over?"

"I'll be there by the end of the month. You and Jaune especially won't have to worry so much once I get there, so just hang tight until I arrive. Send Jaune my love!" Pyrrha hung up, and just in time, as Jaune returned, his hands freshly dried.

"Dishes are done!" he chimed. Jaune changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed, where he and Pyrrha embraced with a loving kiss.

"I just got off the phone with mom, and she said she'll be here by the end of the month to help me with the pregnancy," Pyrrha told him.

"Ah, that's good to hear. Maybe I can start taking some extra missions to bring in some extra money, especially with how much this pregnancy has been costing us."

"I'm sorry my pregnant belly is costing us so much!" she grinned, making them both break into giggles. Jaune laid next to his beautiful wife and smiled upon her, and she smiled back. Her red hair was strewn about on her bed side, her emerald eyes gleamed upon him, and her kind smile warmed his entire being. No matter how she looked, whether she looked like a mess that just woke up, pregnant, covered in sweat from working, she was always beautiful to him. He took her hand in his own, lifted it to his lips for a quick peck, then they interlaced their fingers. He truly believed that, ever since they got together years ago, if they had only each other, they'd be just fine. With her at his side, Jaune could do anything.

Even raise our children, he thought to himself as he observed her pregnant belly. Jaune released her hand in favor of looping his arms around Pyrrha's waist. Jaune gently pushed himself against his lovely wife, meeting her eyes with his own. He was unable to deny her, and his own desire matched hers in any case. He kissed her softly, slowly, and very, very thoroughly. Jaune had cleared his calendar previously, but now he stenciled in the same thing on each and every day upon his mental planner. A simple sentence, but written with great feeling, one that he intends to fulfill without fail:

"Make Pyrrha the happiest woman to ever live."