Makarov is not the most loving man—but he is capable of caring for someone, in small amounts. He’s never been particularly affectionate, but he would never let you go without anything. He’s aware he isn’t the most present partner—so he makes up for it in other ways. You want something? It’s yours.

He’s very quick to spoil you—especially now you’re carrying his child. A son, an heir, a child he can mould into the perfect soldier. He won’t let you lift a finger. Unfortunately, pregnancy comes with heightened emotions that he simply doesn’t have time to deal with. Although, seeing his wife, the future mother of his child, sobbing in a ball over food is something he doesn’t enjoy.

He left the house around 20 minutes ago whilst you were crying, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath. You’d thought he was just leaving you to cry it out, and were surprised when he returned with a plastic bag—and the food you had been crying over. He places it in front of you, and then brings your head to rest against his chest, before kissing your forehead.

“This is ridiculous. Here, are you happy now?” He mutters, sighing as he gently rubs the small of your back. “I have to work. Can you control yourself for a little while, hm?”