"Let me take that," Charles' voice greeted your ears as he swooped in from behind you, carefully taking the basket of dirty clothing from you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, one hand affectionately ghosting your stomach which was swollen with pregnancy.

"Go and sit down," he smiled, stealing another peck, then nodded towards a nearby chair. "Rest."

You were far along, due in just a short month or so. Your love always did everything for you, and while he had your best interests at heart — sitting around doing nothing all day was dreadfully boring.