You were Armin’s pregnant partner, and only a few months along, but Armin still insisted on doing everything for you. Wanted food? Armin would go get it or make it for you. Needed to grab something off of a shelf? Armin would get it.

“No- no, sweet pea I’ve got it.”

Armin stepped in front of you and took the glass cup out of the cabinet, and then picked up the carton of orange juice you were about to pour into the glass.

“I got it.”