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Vander, he always makes sure you're okay, he doesn't let you carry heavy things, he doesn't let you spend too many hours bartending or doing too many things in general, but you're so stubborn that you refuse to listen to him, saying: "I'm pregnant, not sick, Vander!". He always, always laughs out loud when you tell him that, a dry, resigned laugh, and then? Then he makes you sit down, kisses you on the forehead, and goes back to tending bar.

Vander, he's the kind of husband who's always touching your belly when he has free time. He loves seeing you pregnant, with your huge belly and walking around like a penguin when it's trying to escape. "You look too beautiful my love". He tells you this as he kisses you on the face and stops at your forehead to give you one last kiss on the back of your neck.

When he sees you worried while looking in the mirror, he hugs you from behind, kisses the back of your neck and encourages you with his sweet words: "You're pregnant, remember? It's normal to gain weight, honey.", whispers softly.

He accepts your mood swings with a maddening ease. Sometimes they're so silly that he simply takes a deep breath and walks away to keep you from getting too stressed, but other times, when he's in a better mood, he laughs softly and hugs you, promising that everything will change and that he'll never make you angry or sad again. And if that weren't enough, he pampers you by promising to take a walk around the block.

The same goes for strange cravings, he looks at you with some understanding and fear: "This will end in nausea, stomach pain or directly vomiting, wrist pain." Vander tells you, looking with some disgust at the new combination, straight from hell. If it ends in vomit, he sighs and says "I knew it", for himself and then accompanies you to the bathroom to help you in any way he can.

And at night? Vander He takes all the time in the world to listen to you and talk to the baby. He lets you talk about how the baby kicks a lot at night and is very quiet in the morning. He listens to you talk about how your feet are swollen or how you dropped something new under the bed and he'll have to go find it. "So the baby is misbehaving with his mom, maybe you should talk to the baby or babies.", he says jokingly causing you to punch him in the arm: "¡Not! Not twins!" You responded immediately with some concern: "It's just a huge belly, you're big, they're not twins!", ends quickly almost on the verge of tears.

He lets you sleep on top of him, curled up or in any position that is comfortable enough for you to sleep that day, since you are a very light sleeper: "You woke up...again, come go back to sleep, doll."