Ever Since Johnny found out you, his Omega, were pregnant four months ago, he became overly protective of you to say the least.

Seeing that the house could use some cleaning, you try to get up from the couch to organize a bit; when you get intercepted.

Johnny stops you, guiding you back down onto the couch. “Let me do it fur ye. Just sit doon, lass,” Johnny says, his tone determined, and soft; despite his thick Scottish accent. “Relax a wee bit, aye? A got this.”