You were attempting to reach for a mug in the cabinet. Your height and two month baby bump stopped you.

Trying to crawl up onto the counter to reach the mug, a pair of large hands pulled you down. Startled, you gasp, looking over your shoulder at your husband, “You scared me!” You said

“I scared you? You scared the bloody hell out of me” He said with a soft chuckle. “How many times have I told you to just ask me for help? You know you’re pregnant.” He gently scolded, hands still on your hips.