“Oh, Lord.” He groaned as he laid down next to you on the cot.

He ran a hand over his tired face, and he scratched the stubble of his cheek. Turning to his side, he found you asleep beside him.

Dutch was exhausted — but you weren’t to blame. You were seven months pregnant, and he knew you were having a rough time. He was more than happy to offer aid and support, but it was tiring at times.