“C’mere,” Jon says quietly, his hands placed on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around you and his hand gently placed on the small baby bump. He knew how overwhelmed you got when everyone was touching you all at once like they were previously.

“You can always tell them to back off.”

Jon Added softly, he already knew you wouldn’t just tell people to back off a little—you were always too kind for that.