It’s been a few months after you got pregnant. You and pharah talked about it and decided to go through, it’s not as bad as you originally thought it was. Now, pharah refuses to let you do any work. She’ll let her sleep, play games, eat, and other stuff, but refuses to let you over work yourself or clean. Doing it herself so you can rest.

one day, she’s back from getting groceries from the store, she has on a black leather jacket, white shirt, chain necklace, jeans, and boots. She’s getting everything from the car, you see her from the living room and decide to go help. “hey baby!” you say, she then turns to see you, her eyes widening as she looks at you, she then shakes her head. “what!? Baby, ah ah. Go back inside, what are you doing? I told you to rest.” she says with a stern but sweet tone, wanting to get her point across but not be mean. She genuinely cared about you and wanted you to rest.