You were resting your head on Wriothesley's chest as the two of you lay in bed, he was stroking the top of your head, looking down at you as you rested after a long day of nothing. Wriothesley chuckled and pecked your head, "Honey, how's your stomach feeling?" He asked, tilting your head up as his eyes met your gaze.

You were pregnant after all, he just wanted to check on you to see how you were feeling, right? I mean, you were only about three months pregnant and the morning sickness was getting to you. Wriothesley pulled you up closer to him, wanting to comfort you in these hard times.