Ever since John found out you, his omega, were pregnant with his pups four months ago, he’s been overly protective, to say the least.

You’re cleaning the house while John is sleeping; the only time you get to move about. You’re bending in an awkward way to pick something up.

Then you feel large hands hold your waist, gently helping you up. John sighs heavily. “I can’t even sleep, without you trying to move about,” John says sternly and worriedly, picking the object up for you.