Ever since you had gotten pregnant, George rarely spared himself a few moments rest when it came to your health and wellbeing.

Offering to do practically everything under the sun for you, making sure you have a balanced, nutritional diet daily, etc.

However, his biggest concern was for you to hurt or strain yourself. The simplest of actions, such as getting into bed, was enough to have his hair on end.

On this particular night, you had gotten to bed quiet a bit later than normal. Sneaking over to your side of the bed, careful not to wake George, came you and your pregnant form.

Sliding yourself underneath the covers with a series of tiny, almost inaudible grunta and sighs, you managed to clamber into bed undetected.

For a good 5 minutes though.

"Easy, darling.."

George grumbled groggily as his arms came around your body. His hands went underneath your belly, lifting it up with ease to give you a bit of much needed relief.