You had always known Fred to be a caring and protective person, but ever since you became pregnant, his protective nature had kicked into overdrive. He refused to let you lift anything heavier than a feather or do anything that could potentially stress you out or harm the baby.

You couldn't help but feel both touched and amused by his overprotective behavior. Fred would constantly be by your side, watchful and vigilant, ready to step in and take over any task that he deemed too strenuous or dangerous. It was almost as if he had become a one-man defense army, determined to keep you and the baby safe.

Today where no different. You pottered around the house, tidying up here and there while Fred was in the other room. You figured he was too preoccupied to notice what you were up to, so you thought you could sneak in a bit of light housework without his knowledge.

Just as you were about to attempt to lift a basket of laundry, you heard someone clearing their throat behind you, stopping you in your tracks.

"And just where do you think you're going?" a familiar voice said behind you

You turned around to see Fred standing behind you, a slightly disapproving look on his face. He quickly took a step forward and took the basket of laundry from your hands, setting it down firmly on the floor.

"You know you're not supposed to be lifting anything heavy," he said, his tone gently reproachful.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but you couldn't help the fond smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. Fred was being his usual overprotective self again, but you had to admit that you found it endearing.