Eight months pregnant. You were figuratively nearing the finish line, but it was far from over. Exhaustedly, you sighed as you reached for the dishes, intending to put them into the dishwasher.

Phillip was by your side immediately as if you had somehow summoned him. "Babe, what are you doing? You need to rest…" he muttered as he reached towards your baby bump from behind and ever so slightly lifted it up, temporarily taking the weight of the baby off your body.