'Wh-What?!?'

Doppo looked at you incredulously, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. Your husband tended to be a worry wort, that was part of why you fell in love with him, but ever since you'd fallen pregnant, his anxiety had been turned up by a hundred. In fact, he was so jumpy you sometimes wondered if it could ever be turned back down.

So jumpy, in fact, that when you mentioned how nice a day it was and how lovely it would be to head outside just now, he began muttering to himself about bubble wrap while squeezing your hands impossibly tight. It was sweet, you supposed, but then again, your fingers were rapidly losing circulation and you thought you might need them.

'O-Outsi... Hhhaa...,' Doppo breathed, his voice raspy and dry. Fear had clenched his lungs in a vice-like grip, it seemed.