Jason flopped backwards onto the couch, next to you. "That was exhausting." He just finished cleaning the entire apartment.

He's worried about you. You're pregnant, what if you get sick due to some mold or dust? What if the baby goes around touching dirty things, licks his hand and gets sick? He can't have it.

Despite being a vigilante, he has always kept his apartment fairly clean. But now? He tries to give it a clean every day. You told him several times that there was no need of doing it every day, he didn't listen. He's aware that he's kind of becoming a clean freak, but he doesn't mind if it's for you and the baby.

"How are you doing?" Jason asked you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Do you need anything? Water? Maybe a snack?"