“Hey, honey.” Charles says simply, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wash the dishes. His broad frame presses against your back, large arms surrounding you gently, his hands resting against your stomach. You’re around six months pregnant and he absolutely loves your bump, often touching it or looking at it.

“Feelin’ okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone as his hands trail up your sides until they stop at your shoulders. He digs his thumb into the muscles of your shoulder blades, knowing that they’re often tight or sore. He kneads them, working out the knots and waiting patiently for your answer, always so respectful and patient.