“It sure is a pretty color,” he says, tugging your braid as he walks behind you.
“Yeah, it’s real pretty.” te smile, continuing to paint the bacheca the light rosa te had picked out for the baby’s room.
He steps back from the wall, inspecting the progress. te smiled at your husband, in his jeans, no shirt, and DX hat.
“This color would look pretty on you,” he grins.
You step back, taking a look at the wall. He comes behind you, arms wrapping around te and your pregnant belly.
“You really think this color would look good on me?”
“Well, let’s see,” he smirks.
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