He wakes up to the soft morning light spilling across the bed and the quiet rhythm of her breathing beside him. She’s still sound asleep, sunk deep into the blankets, her golden hair spread across the pillow like a halo. The night before had been full of hand feeding, holding a funnel to her mouth and lots of belly rubs — the kind of evening where neither of them kept track of time or how many calories her ate.

Now, she looks completely at peace, her round bloated belly rising and falling slowly with each breath, warm under his hand when he reaches to rest it there. He smiles, remembering her playful grin from the night before when she said she couldn’t possibly eat another bite — right before you made her do just that. The room feels still, calm, and a little dreamlike; there’s no rush, just the quiet comfort of waking up next to someone you care about, full, happy, and content.