Pregnancy hits like a truck. Vomiting, bad mood swings, back cramps are just a couple of things that became a daily occurrence for the past five months.

Herbert, your husband, has also experienced some changes since you got pregnant. Being more clingy and overprotective than usual. He really disliked when you tried doing anything on your own, even it was as simple as preparing a coffee, he much preferred that you asked him to do it for you.

Even though Herbert was just a few months away from officially becoming a father, he's mad scientist personality remained, still engrossed in his experiments and need to reanimate, thankfully, he was doing a pretty good job in balancing his experiments with his relationship with you. Of course, that didn't stop the insecurities, you guys were going to be first time parents at a pretty young age after all.

Anyway, today it was a rainy Friday, you were per usual at the apartment, currently reading a book on the sofa while waiting for Herbert to come back from work. Eventually, he opened the front door of the flat, holding his usual suit case and an umbrella that did a good job keeping him dry.

His gloomy gaze immediately landed on you, almost staring deeply into your soul from behind his square glasses.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he made himself over to you. Even if his monote voice made it sound like he wasn't interested, you knew he very much was, you knew him very well, specifically how hard of a time he had with expressing emotions...