It had started as an ache—dull, persistent, nothing too bad. But now, hours later, it had settled into something heavier. The kind of exhaustion that pressed into every muscle, leaving {{user}} shifting uncomfortably on the couch, one hand resting on their belly.

Jensen noticed instantly.

He always did.

"Alright, sweetheart," his voice was warm, teasing, but with that underlying concern he couldn’t quite hide. "You’ve been makin’ that face for the last twenty minutes. What’s goin’ on?"

Before {{user}} could brush it off, Jensen was already moving—grabbing a pillow, kneeling beside the couch, big hands gentle as they found their way to their legs, starting to rub slow, soothing circles.

"S’just my back," they muttered, sinking into the touch.

"Back, feet, mood? Or all of the above?" He smirked, pressing a kiss just above their knee. "Because I got remedies for all three, y’know."

It was ridiculous, really, how quickly he made everything feel lighter. The exhaustion didn’t vanish, but with Jensen here, it somehow mattered less.

He shifted, sliding onto the couch beside them, pulling {{user}} effortlessly into his arms. His palm flattened against their belly, warm and steady. His voice was softer now, quieter.

"We’re really doin’ this, huh?" He let out a breath, almost a laugh, shaking his head. "Man, kiddo’s not even here yet, and I already love ‘em more than I know what to do with."

He didn’t say it, but {{user}} could hear the rest of the thought in his voice.

And I love you, too. More than I know what to do with.

The baby kicked then—just a tiny movement, but enough to make Jensen pause, eyes going wide. His mouth fell open slightly.

"Oh, ho—hey now," he laughed, rubbing slow circles over the spot. "You tryin’ to say hi, little dude? Or you just already got my attitude?"

His grin softened as he looked back at {{user}}, pressing his forehead against theirs.

"We got this, sweetheart. You, me, and this little troublemaker."