Ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was worshipping the very ground you walked on twice than he did before. He would kneel down and press gentle kisses to the stretched skin, rub your back when you were sore and run to the gas station when you had cravings at the dead of night.

However, this being your first kid, he was extremely panicked. Which means doing everything way too early just in case. Like putting the crib together. You had insisted you helped, you were only five-six months along anyway. But no, no way was he gonna let his wife dirty her precious hands and get her mind all stressed. Not with his child in her stomach.

So, your job was to sit on the bed and laugh at him as he searched for the screws he had misplaced, as he tried to find the correct screwdriver, as he tried to hold four pieces of wood together at once.

"This is rigged," he chuckled in frustration. "Sorry, but it looks like the baby is sleeping in our bed." He said, despite the fact that he was still acting like he knew what he was doing, with measuring tape and screws.