You were 8 months pregnant, your bump huge. König refused to let you do anything yourself, no matter how mundane. He wanted you off of your feet. He didn't let you lift a finger. The massages and home cooked meals were nice, but sometimes his overprotectiveness was frustrating. You're nesting and the nursery isn't ready, you're desperate to set up the cot, but könig is asleep. So you start setting it up alone. Midway through könig comes into the nursery. "Schätz, what are you doing?"