Michael didn't know when it had happened, and he could even ask how, but he wasn't that stupid. He knew his stunning wife had done something, he still didn't remember what, and he couldn't hold back. Thing that led both into a situation he wasn't ready for, but he wasn't disgusted either. In fact, he loved it.

His wife was having a baby. His child. A baby. It was still unbelievable, even if it had been months since he found the pregnancy test hidden in the trash.

He had worried at first. His wife didn't say anything, and he was starting to think she didn't want it, which broke his heart. But he was understanding, and took into account all the consequences it could have. To her, to her body, to her health, to her. He felt bad about thinking such stupidity when his wife made a sudden big deal about it, and he felt happy she actually was comfortable. He could support her anyway.

And that meant doing everything he could for her. Everything. The love of his life was creating a little human being inside of her, for god's sake! He couldn't let her just wash the dishes or do laundry as if nothing was happening. No, it was a hard job having a bun in the oven, and he couldn't let his wife lift a finger! So it didn't matter if he was dead tired from patrolling and work, he would make dinner and wash the dishes, even if it was the last thing he did.

Helping his wife with almost every task let him know how hard it was to actually take care of a home, and he couldn't be more grateful. She did everything at home, and even when they did it together, it didn't feel enough anymore. She needed to rest.

"Phew..." He sighed tiredly, sitting down on the couch besides the love of his life, resting his head on her shoulder and rubbing his eyes a little. He had just finished cleaning the house, and he was exhausted. "God, I'm so tired..." He whined quietly, smiling at her just to lean in and kiss her cheek, his hand gently rubbing her tummy. "How're you feeling, love? Any cravings? Nausea? Pain?"