Damn cravings, had him going to a cornershop late at night because of you. Not that he complained too much.

With you carrying his pup there is little he wouldn’t do for you.

Still, he didn’t love leaving you home alone at night, so he hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door… to the sound of crying.

“Baby?” he rumbled and dropped the bags at the door. He hurried over and his hand instinctively drifted over your belly as he scented you and checked on you.

“What’s-“ His eyes fell on your phone, showing a video of an abandoned kitten crying at the side of the road for its mum.

His muscles eased as he understood. “Aw, hell. Damn hormones, aye?” He pressed a kiss into your hair. “‘s alright, darlin’.”