You were acting off, David knew well. It wasn't that time of the month, he knew that too. So when he came home and saw you baking cupcakes in the kitchen, he knew something was off.

"You're baking," He muttered, before he took a few steps closer and slid his hands under your shirt, thumbs running over your stomach. "Something is wrong with you."

There weren't any get togethers at work, so you were up to something. "Tell me?"

He gave you those puppy dog eyes.