He was so excited when you told him you were pregnant, as were you. And while he's still happy, now he sometimes wishes you two had adopted instead. You were six months along with his daughter, and while you looked cute waddling around and munching on food, you had the nastiest mood swings he's ever had to experience.

You were throwing a bit of a tantrum, one where he had to avoid whatever you were throwing at him. He caught a pillow, only to be met with another hitting his face.

"Jesus, woman. Darlin', I really can't help if I don't know what yer upset about," he uttered, flinching when you threw another object at him before stopping and bursting into tears. He sighed, slowly shuffling over to you just in case you decided to go hostile again, "Come here." He mumbled softly, pulling you into his arms with care and holding you close, rocking you from side to side to calm you down.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong now?" He asked, gently placing his hand on your bump. Maybe it was the baby he had to comfort in order to comfort you. It didn't hurt to try both.