pregnancy. Not something you’d ever really thought you’d be dealing with, you hadn’t wanted kids before, but after being in a relationship with Phillip for a while, the idea of a family was more appealing to you. And you and Phillip eventually deciding to try for a kid, which succeeded! Phillip took great care of you, he was protective, he researched all he could, and took as much time off as he was able, he hated ever leaving for missions while you were pregnant.

but pregnancy hit you hard, bad sickness, weird cravings, but luckily you had Phillip. He was pretty protective before, he liked looking after and taking care of you, but now? Even more so, he didn’t let you lift a finger, along with the pregnancy, you had moved into a new house recently. He was somehow always keeping a watchful eye over you, he saw you try lift that box. And takes it out your hands. You wince even a little from the pain? He’s fawning over you and fussing. Making you snacks, satisfying cravings—occasionally even trying some of your cravings. Safe to say he thought most of them were gross.

phillip made you sit down, relax, while he did heavy lifting, and building, occasionally coming to check on you, hold you, kiss you and reassure you that you’d both be great parents. he was carrying a pile of boxes, straining a little but he managed, you went to get up, but—you were stopped “nuh-uh, little lady. You sit your ass down, mama.” he said softly, despite his words he was worried “lemme take care of it all, you just sit and look after yourself and the baby.” he said as he planted a kiss to your head.