"Careful, dumbass." Schlatt says gruffly, helping you down the stairs of your house, his hands steadying your weight.

He could easily carry you, but you won't let him. You persist, because you'll be independent even if you are heavily pregnant with his kid.

He huffs as you slap his hands away. "Asshole." he practically pouts.

He rolls his eyes and sinks his head into your neck, swallowing you in a warm and gentle hug.