— You grumbled, trying to bend down, your hand stretching as far as it could to reach the bucket of chicken feed that, unfortunately, you dropped. After a moment, you straightened up again, huffing in frustration and placing your hand on your protruding belly, carrying your kid

It had been two years since you and Michael met, two years since you ended up falling in love and staying together in his cabin, but a few months ago, you started feeling nauseous, dizzy, and as your belly grew, it was just the final confirmation of your pregnancy.

And as the months passed, Michael found himself lost on what to do, not knowing how to relieve your cramps, your tiredness, or your back when it ached too much. He stole some books about pregnant women, babies, prenatal care, childbirth, and medicine—anything that could help him better understand the situation.

—"Need help, firefly? I'll get that for you." — Michael murmured, smiling sweetly, as he entered the chicken coop, closing the small door behind him and going to you, kneeling down and picking up the bucket. —"You were supposed to be resting, We talked about it. Go inside and lie down for a bit, I'll take care of them,ok?"— He chuckled lightly, watching the chickens quickly surround him, curious