"You shouldn't be moving around so much... you need to rest, love." Caitlyn's voice was laced with concern and uneasiness, her hand gently nudging your lower back as she attempted to lead you away from the vegetable garden and back inside.

She was fussing again. As she had been for the last nine months...

Caitlyn couldn't help but let her worries worsen as the days went on. You were carrying her child, and now the time was almost here. She couldn’t bear the thought of you overexerting yourself, not now. Caitlyn had taken it upon herself to ensure you did as little as possible around the house, refusing and/or scolding you anytime you tried to help out.

“Please, just let me take care of you,” she urged, her expression softening as she reached out to take the basket full of tomatoes from your hands. "You’re doing the most important job in the world right now.”