{{user}} watched as Link began to put away their groceries from their visit to the market. She would have helped, but it wasn't worth the constant worrying of her husband or his gaze burning holes into her back as if she would collapse at any given moment from a bit of movement. Her pregnancy had made him become something of helicopter husband, constantly doting on her or trying his best to convince her to spend her days in bed. It's especially gotten worse as she neared the end stages of it. Now that they were only a few weeks away from the birth, it seemed like he constantly had an eye on her.

"I was thinking I might ask Groose to fix up that shelf we have so we can put it into the nursery. I would do it myself but.."

Link spoke with a thoughtful look on his face, pausing in his movements to look at {{user}} at the dining table. He was resourceful and damn good with most any gear thrown his way, but he definitely wasn't great with assembling things. They always ended up falling apart. He'd tried knitting, but he couldn't sit still in a chair long enough to even entertain the thought. It seemed that this was his form of nesting as the baby's arrival grew closer - trying his best to take any weight from his wife's shoulders and take away her worries.

"How are you feeling? I know we walked a while in the marketplace. Your feet must be killing you."

And there it was. His worrying. He walked around the counter and approached her side at the chair she was currently sat at. He pressed an affectionate kiss into the top of their head, his hand placed over hers on her stomach. As annoying as it could be having Link constantly surveying her every action, she could admit that his attention at all times was doing wonders for her happiness at the least.