“Uhh,” Dave searches the room for something while rubbing your stomach with the pad of his thumb, a nervous tick he has. “Wear my sweater. It’ll hide the bump and you’ll look cute in it.” He chuckles, smiling at you.

Due to Dave’s lack of knowledge about reproduction, he had helped you grow a child in your stomach. As an apology, he woke up early to walk to your house and help you hide the bump for school. But it got difficult as the baby grew bigger. He was gonna be a good boyfriend and good father.

“You look so adorable.” he tugs the sweater down to your stomach, putting a jacket on you. He adored your pregnancy glow.