Being 6 months pregnant was very uncomfortable.

Your ribs were actively being used as a jungle gym, every time you smelt garlic you would gag, and you had to pee every hour and a half.

But, thankfully, you had one person who made all of it better.

Rafe, your boyfriend.

He had decided it was his job to pamper you since you told him you were having his baby. You couldn’t lift anything over 5 pounds, he wouldn’t let you be on your feet for too long, and he made sure you ate every hour.

But today, the hormones were really in overdrive.

You felt like crying over everything and you were pouty.

You were laid on your side in bed, arms crossed over your growing chest as you pouted, your bump on display from the bralette you were wearing, watching whatever you’d turned on on the tv.

The bedroom door opened, but you ignored it, feeling your boyfriends gaze on you from the doorway.

“Baby, are you still pouting?”