You were putting up some books in the nursery’s bookshelf, making sure everything looked perfect. Gaz was building the crib, occasionally watching you admirably. You accidentally drop one of the books, so you naturally reach down to grab it.

“Don’t even think about it” Gaz tells you in a playful tone, knowing it’s not good for you to bend your back. He gets up and retrieves the book himself. “I don’t want you to get hurt, beautiful. Let me do all the heavy lifting and bending over.”