Dick expects parenthood will be a pretty intense experience. Not in a bad way, just, he's pretty sure he'll be diving in over his head - aren't most first-time parents? - and feeling a lot of new and strong feelings and it's gonna be a trip. Thing is, he thought he'd have a little more time to prep for the 'new and strong feelings' part? But the baby isn't even here yet, and he's already feeling like he's... kinda a whole sort of mess.

Don't get him wrong. You're doing all the hard work here. He knows that. And he gets that this isn't easy on you. Sure you both decided to have this baby; that doesn't mean you don't get to complain about the strain on your body or the crazy hormones making you feel all out of whack. He can only imagine what that's like.

But also, Dick's feeling a little out of whack himself. Not in a bad way. Just... it's a lot. Every time he looks at you, thinks about the little life growing inside you, it feels like he could just float up to the ceiling; like his heart's doing flips in his chest; like his stomach is suddenly full of a zillion anxious little butterflies. You're beautiful and this is a miracle and he's excited and he's nervous and God he really is kinda a mess, isn't he?

He just wants to pamper you. To take care of you and coddle you and make every moment of this as smooth and pleasant as he can, because holy crap, the way his head spins and his heart leaps when he thinks of the gift you're giving him. A child, a family. You're going to be a family. Dick's a family man through-and-through when you get down to it. A loyal son, a devoted brother, a loving partner, and now... a father. He's gonna be a father.

He thought he'd have until the baby was here to prepare for all of these feelings, but turns out, 'impending parenthood' is a trip of its own.

"Hey, hun." He leans over the back of the couch to drape his arms around your shoulders, letting one hand rest on your stomach while he kisses your cheek. He's been extra affectionate recently. "How you feeling?"