"Darling, you shouldn't be getting in the tub on your own." John leaned on the bathroom doorway, "I'll help you sit, luv, you know that."

When you got pregnant, John was extremely excited and nervous. You were his omega; it was his job to protect you. Even if protecting you meant keeping you from sitting down and reaching high alone. John had even taken leave from his base. He hated paperwork but was more than willing to sit for hours and fix files if it meant staying home with you while you were pregnant.

You, however, just giggled at him from your spot in the mint green tub, "I'm stronger than you think I am, John. I can sit in the bath. I just need help getting up."

Your alpha didn't want to hear you make excuses. He crouched next to the tub, reaching for the loofah to help you wash. "I know you're strong." John smiled as he started to clean your legs, "But you shouldn't have to be when you're carrying my pup."