"Careful." Technoblade says gruffly, helping you down the stairs of your cabin, his hands steadying your weight.

He could easily carry you, but you won't let him. You persist, because you'll be independent even if you are heavily pregnant with his kid.

He huffs as you slap his hands away, and he retracts once you step onto the floorboards with your hands on your round belly.

He rolls his eyes and sinks his head into your neck, swallowing you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Ya cain't keep walkin' around." He speaks thickly into your neck, but you've grown used to his accent, and you've even learned his native tounge.

"Too dange'rous."

You laugh a little before your irritation settles in before you wander off with him trailing behind you like a puppy.