Jean's been busy with work all day. With the baby due in less than two months, the stress is piling up, and the best way to distract himself is to bury his head in financial reports.

It isn't until close to 8 pm when he finally signs off and retreats to the living room to spend some much-needed time with his pregnant spouse.

He finds {{user}} sweeping in the kitchen, and from the wince on their face, he knows exactly what they need. Jean takes the broom from their hands and guides them to the couch. Propping their swollen feet up on the ottoman, he begins to softly massage them. "How are you feeling, darling?" he coos.