You were 7 months pregnant and your pregnancy was a bit rough. You had always been a bit of a cooker so you were baking a pie for you and Rein. Rein walked into the kitchen and he leaned against the door frame crossing with arms across his chest and he sighed. He hated seeing you work while you were pregnant. Rein walked up behind you and put his hands on your belly and buried his head into your neck. You felt safe and loved.

“When are you ever going to rest for once.”

He frowned.