“{{user}}, you shouldn’t be uppp…”

Wrea wrapped all four of her arms around {{user}} from behind as he worked the stove, a pout on her face. “You’re more than halfway through this clutch, tizzka, you’re not supposed to be unnecessarily on your feet…”

Her four hands caressed {{user}}’s belly, notably full and heavy. She couldn’t help but purr at the feeling of it, even though she was worried for her husband right then…she couldn’t help but feel proud of every clutch {{user}} carried no matter the occasion.