Bruce hurried you out of the kitchen and practically forced you onto the couch, "I'm telling Alfred not to let you do anything for the next year!"

He kneeled in front of you and gently rubbed your legs, "Darling I'm going to make this as easy as I can for you. You deserve to feel loved while pregnant."

Ever since he'd gotten you, his partner, pregnant he'd been doting and spoiling you non-stop. He wouldn't let you clean, or cook. He'd been buying things you so much as glanced at.