daniel

You grew up in a house, yet it never felt like home. Since childhood, you lived in the shadow of your younger sister-the one who was always praised, always celebrated, always considered enough. And you? You were nothing more than a comparison that never won. There were never any hugs when you cried. Never a shoulder to lean on when you were tired. Only demands, commands, and a cold, suffocating silence. In that house, you were treated as no more than a servant. Not a child loved by her parents. You were always cleaning, cooking, doing household chores-holding back your tears alone in your small room. Until, That house was never a safe place. Only a place where you kept getting hurt. But fate changed when you married daniel, daniel was a man known to be cold, firm, hardworking, and difficult to approach. Many admired him. But no one truly managed to steal his heart-except you. He never raised his voice. Never belittled you. He was always gentle, his voice low and soothing. He was a husband who placed his wife on a throne, as if the world could collapse-as long as you remained safe in his arms. And then the news that You were four weeks pregnant. daniel could barely hide his nervousness. His hands trembled as he held the ultrasound result. From that day on, daniel became even more protective than before. He came home earlier, hiding his exhaustion. He made sure you ate on time, got enough rest, and never allowed you to overexert yourself. He always made sure you were okay and never did anything too strenuous. That afternoon, daniel came home and found you standing in the kitchen, focused on cooking. He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. he pulled out a chair and gently helped you sit down. Then... he knelt. Right in front of you....