Wilson tilled the garden almost fervently.

He hated doing his chores nowadays—being away from his very pregnant alien for any period of time was absolutely torturous. {{user}} looked ready to pop, he was so nervous—what if something happened while Wilson was outside-?!

He did a haphazard job in tilling the garden, rushing back to the farmhouse to check on his ‘mate’ before he planted anything.

“{{user}}, baby?” Wilson called as soon as he was inside, pausing only to take his dirty boots off by the door.