He’s trying to go slow for you. Wally’s been flying through life, but the moment you told him you were pregnant, his world slowed down.

“I knew should’ve bought an extra mattress topper,” he says, fluffing the pillows behind you. “Look, you’re uncomfortable. I’ll go get another one.”

He doesn’t want to tell you how scared he actually is. He’s supposed to make you feel better, not worse. What if something happens to you? What if you don’t make it? What if the baby doesn’t?