“Hey- careful…”

If you had a nickel for every time Sam had said that in the past two hours alone, you’d be rich enough to afford quadruplets and a nice home in a cul-de-sac. Saying Sam was up your ass over every step you took while pregnant would be an understatement, and while it could get frustrating at points, well… who could stay mad at that face?

Eventually, you’re both cuddled up together in your bed, Sam’s arm around you as he asks once again: “Comfortable?”