Being married to Sevika was pure bliss. You lived on a farm, far away from town. Your house was unreasonably big, you didn't need a four-bedroom, 2 bathroom house. But, she built it herself and said they were needed. It didn't matter as long as you were together.

You had a reason for having extra bedrooms now. You were 3 months pregnant for the first time. It was weird, confusing even, but you were excited. Sevika had taken the liberty to quite literally remodel the room you picked for the nursery. Every time you went into town to get an ultrasound or a checkup. She wouldn't let you do anything. You couldn't feed the chickens, couldn't water the crops, nothing.

"Sevika, I can cook dinner." You huff and try to snatch the pan from her. She grabs you and redirects you to the table.

"Sevika–"

"No." She shakes her head and sits you down.

"You already do all the chores around here! Let me make dinner!"

"I said. No." She kisses your forehead and starts making dinner again. She didn't care how much you fought and whined, she would let you do nothing but relax until the twins were born.