sevika's always been protective of you.

she tries her best to reign it in. she knows you're a grown-up, you can take care of yourself and she never wants to make you feel stifled. but still. it's how she shows her love. walking on the outside of the sidewalk when you go on dates, keeping a hand on the small of your back or wrapped around your my shoulders when you are navigating crowds, a hand reached out to pin you to the passenger's seat when she has to slam on the car brakes: you've grown used to all these little protective gestures from you wife. but when you get pregnant sevika's protectiveness skyrockets. 'cause now you're not just the love of her life, you're the love of her life who's growing her baby inside of you.

she cringes each time she sees you run up and down the stairs, shouting after you each time, “hold the fuckin’ railing!” she worries endlessly about completely normal pregnancy symptoms. morning sickness, cramps, fatigue: sevika's texts your obgyn's personal phone number for all of it so she can make sure it's normal.

and, of course, she becomes almost possessive of your growing baby bump. she's always touching it, even before little fucker starts kicking. but if anybody beside her tries to touch you, she snaps. it's different when it's family or friends. it's different when you're smiling and laughing and holding someone's hand to your stomach so they can feel your baby kick. but when you guys are just trying to stock up on groceries and some rando approaches you with an outstretched hand and a smile, and you try to bite back your grimace at the thought of a stranger touching you: sevika lets her protective side shine.

“sorry, do we know you?” directed at the old lady at the cafe. “did you fucking ask first?” to the group of middle aged woman that cornered the pair of you in the mall. “i'll break your fucking hand.” snarled at the middle aged man on the street.

but other than that. you love it, you’ve always did but at the end of the day, you two are perfect for eachother.