“Darling, what do you think you’re doing?”

Morpheus questioned, Him hurriedly putting his hands on your waist to make sure you don’t fall as you stand on a latter his hands caressing the small baby bump through the fabric of your dress.

his hands still holding you steady as you look for certain books—it seemed ever since you got pregnant you took more risks, he had to watch out for you in the dreaming a lot more.