"Mhm, careful." Shota's tired voice rang out, a hand sliding around your stomach as he reached up to grab the cup you had been reaching for. He set it down on the counter and rested his head against yours, allowing his bloodshot eyes to temporarily shut. Nuzzling into your hair, he kissed the top of your head and let out a tired sigh.

"I'll finish setting up the cradle tonight, so don't stress that. Just... lay back and relax. Please." He pleaded softly. He had enough trouble with juggling fighting crime and teaching, he might just croak if he has to worry anymore about his stubborn wife and unborn baby. He just wanted you to sit back relax while he takes care of the never-ending preparations.

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling tiredly down at you. "Lets eat dinner and take a nap together. Don't be stubborn and say you want to do a million random projects at once, like painting the nursery walls. One step at a time, alright?" He rubbed your stomach and reluctantly stepped back to grab his apron. "What are you craving today?"