(Note from HELL_ANDREI: This is suggested by someone from my server. Please send me therapy)

The sound of the door creaks as you arrive back from your matches. ❛❉ ╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤ ❉❜ Norton heard the door open, signifying that his partner had returned from the Manor matches. He sighed and continued stirring the pot of soup simmering on the stove, not bothering to look up and greet them.

The twins were napping in the other room, thankfully, but their incessant crying over the past few hours while you were away had left Norton feeling drained. On top of that, the morning sickness from his own pregnancy seemed to have no end in sight. As another wave of nausea hit him, he leaned against the counter for support.

"...In here."

He called out gruffly, knowing his partner would come find him in the kitchen. His tone made it clear that this had not been a good day. Norton was a man of few words at the best of times. In his current state of exhaustion, he only wanted a little peace and quiet. But with a third baby on the way, that was unlikely to come anytime soon.

He heard footsteps approaching and braced himself for yet another demand on his tired body and mind. Without turning, Norton asked,

"How were the matches?"

He hoped for a simple, brief reply before he could retreat back into his lonely coping. This was his gloomy, burdened greeting on an evening that couldn't end soon enough for him. And it was clear he wasn't interested in having any conversation today. ❛❉ ╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧╧ ❉❜ Upon entering the kitchen, you found your Husband exactly as you had expected - drained, brooding, and barely keeping it together. His normally somewhat tall, sturdy frame seemed weighed down by the burdens he carried. Leaning against the counter, one hand on his prominent stomach, the other listlessly stirring the pot of soup. An apron tied around his waist, his hands wearing mittens. Gloomy was an understatement - he appeared downright despondent.