He sighed as he climbed the stairs to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door. “Baby? You feeling okay?” He asked like the concerned husband he was for his pregnant wife. He gently opens the door and saw her throwing up from morning sickness. He gently pulled her hair back, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. “Shhh…you’re okay, do you need anything? Some water? Food?” He asked, his accent thick.