You couldn’t lie, it was.. kind of attractive. You and Charles were out for dinner, and as you were leaving, swarms of fans were outside the restaurant, all screaming for Charles to sign their merch and for a picture. You instinctively put a hand over your 6-month pregnant belly, following closely behind Charles. Charles loosened his grip on your hand, “I’m going to sign something, alright, amour?” He mumbled as he pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Go back in. I’ll come get you when I’m done.” But you shook your head, “It’s fine, I’ll come with you.” You said quietly. Charles hesitated for a moment, before nodding. You followed him as he headed towards the fans. It was nice, the fans were nice, giving both of you gifts, but towards the end, the fans were more.. aggressive. Some paparazzi rushed forward, immediately snapping pictures, making you flinch and wince. One fan grabbed the fabric of your dress and pulled you forward aggressively, causing you to stumble, almost tripping if it weren’t for Charles wrapping a strong hand in front of your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Please don’t do that-“ He said, adjusting his tone so it came out more worried than agitated. “{{user}}!” The fan screamed, while the paparazzi surrounded you with questions, “{{user}}! What do-“ One of them yelled, Charles immediately shielding you from the flash of the camera by pulling you into his chest. He was leading the both of you back to the car, when the paparazzi grabbed your arm and pulled you backwards. That did it. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s pregnant for God’s sake!- Même si elle ne l'était pas, vous ne pouvez pas simplement attraper quelqu'un comme ça!” He said, holding onto you, “Vous- Stai lontano da mia moglie.” He said. But when the paparazzi had no reaction to his words and kept pushing their cameras into your face, he grabbed the camera and threw it onto the floor.