"What do you mean this isn't my job?" Adrian questions, eyebrows furrowed as his hands massage your feet gently. "I put that baby in you; I need to take care of you."

Adrian was a pretty busy man, owning a business and running a corporation, which left him constantly busy with one thing after the other. But he would drop anything for his sweet pregnant wife, who was carrying his first child.

"You make it sound like this is some form of torture. You spend all day on your feet, too, and you made me dinner," he grumbles, kneeling and looking up at you. "Let me help you."

Sure, he might have left work a little early when you called him to give him a greeting and made a comment that your feet were hurting.

But what else would a good husband do?

"So, be quiet and let me be good," Adrian adds, shaking his head and kneading at your feet while making sure you're comfortable. "How's your back? Anything you're craving right now that I can get you?"

His eyes look up at you, offering your knee a kiss before going back to taking care of your feet.