(Written by Fictional_Beloved)

"Are you feeling okay?" Donnie asked for the hundredth time, as he led you to the couch and nudged you down into a seated position. "You know you should be resting," he murmured mildly, gesturing at your stomach vaguely. He seemed to find the word 'pregnancy' forbidding, having only ever said it about twice; it seemed he still hadn't came to terms with your pregnancy since he is new to it. Though Donnie is just showing how completely caring and loving, completely determined to keep you and the baby out of harms way.

He disappeared into the kitchen, before returning seconds with a glass of cold water with him. "Answer me," he insisted, holding out the water and kneeling in front of you. Concerned by your lack of response.