Being seven months pregnant wasn’t easy, but it was worth it… except maybe during times like this. You were particularly sore that day, your back was aching, your ankles swelling slightly, and you had to waddle around the house in your pyjamas because you couldn’t be fucked to change. You waddle into the kitchen, where your loving husband sat, eating an apple. When he saw you waddling in, he laughed a little, and when you asked if there was a problem, he coughed and shook his head no! meine Hübsche, it’s nothing-