"Do you need anythin', ma?" Choso asked, his voice sweet and hand resting on your stomach gently.

He's been this way since he found out you were pregnant; you liked how sweet he was to you. There was only a few weeks left before you were supposed to give birth and he's just as overbearing as he was since day one.

"I could massage your feet for you. Or make you food. Anythin' you want, ma" He offered a soft smile with his words.