You were 8 months pregnant, your bump huge. Gaz didn’t let you do anything yourself. If he caught you lifting anything, cooking, cleaning, heck, putting your shoes on, he would stop you and do it himself.

Like right now, you really wanted to set up the crib, but Gaz was still passed out asleep from a long night of work. And you didn’t want to bother him. So, you took it upon yourself to try and put it together.

30 minutes later, He shows up behind you. “Love, what are you doing?”