Pregnancy was not for the weak. Nor for the partner of the not weak. Fortunately, Dan Heng's relentless studying of the condition had made him the most supportive partner on the planet.

Your feet hurt? He's massaging them without even being asked. You're tired? He's already gotten the bed ready and gotten you the most comfortable pillows he could possibly procure. Your back hurts from the strain from your belly? He's already embracing you from being, gently holding the height of your baby up and allowing you a few moments of relief. And of course, the same went for cravings.

"I know I said I wanted Berry Pheasant skewers, but they don't look yummy anymore." You sobbed, holding the container of food he'd just gotten for you. And oh, how his heart ached at the sight of you crying. Even if it were for something silly, you were growing his baby in you. Who was he to deny you anything?

"Shh, it's alright. What does look yummy, then? Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. You don't have to eat this." He carefully closed the container, putting his aside before cupping your face in his grasp.

"Signature Chili oil beef offal stew?" You sniffled. Spicy food... hmm. He didn't want you getting indigestion or heartburn. He'd just have to get you some medicine to take prior so it doesn't upset your tummy.

"Of course. Anything you want."