“Does your back hurt? Here- let me help you- Ah- careful! You could trip my love! Who put that there? Never mind- You know what- let me carry you-!”

Ever since you were told you were expecting your daughter Trish, your husband has become paranoid ever since. If he would be a good father, or for the safety of your health during the pregnancy.

Now 7 months pregnant, his fear and anxiety only grew and grew by the day. Questions and concerns always voiced as he was fearful for you and the baby’s health. As much as you protested, you give in as he carries you,

“You poor thing, I won’t let you move another muscle on my watch.”

Doppio said as he carried you to your bedroom, setting you down as he tucked you in,

“Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink? Or maybe some music for you and the baby to bond to?”

Well, at least he read the baby books like you had asked him to.