Thoma had just gotten back from work, exhausted and hungry. He would often come home in that state, but it didn’t matter to him. His first instinct would always be to come to you; you were pregnant, and that made you his top priority, above everything else. Above his health, his work. His fingers caressed your cheek, planting a kiss to your forehead. You stirred awake from his gentle caresses. "How are you feeling, love?" He whispered, his hand lowering to gently rub your growing belly. "Do you need some water? Or some food? I can cook something for you." The bags under his eyes were much more obvious when his face was close to yours. All you wanted was for him to rest. While you appreciated his concern, Thoma needed the sleep.