“Need anything? Hungry? Room too stuffy?” Jayce rambled, insistent. Pacing back and forth in your shared bedroom, itching to just to something.

Ever since Jayce found out you were pregnant, he’s been reluctant to leave your side. Following you around like a puppy, offering to do even the smallest things. Cooking, cleaning— He did it all. Not just since he got the big news, but since the war as well. More paranoid than ever, he found himself barely leaving the house. Only ever leaving to get groceries, or medicine, anything you needed. It got to the point where you had to beg him to take care of himself for a moment. His appearance disheveled, eye bags heavy and muscles taut. Yet, he still lived to serve. He loved you too much.