if anyone asked him what was the one thing he’d never be prepared for, Wriothesley never thought being a father would be his answer

Wriothesley is a constant worry-wart, he hovers around you, claiming that the first trimester is the most risky and that you need to rest

you were currently sitting on the sofa, a hand resting on your small but present bump as you read a book. The door clicks open and Wriothesley’s voice booms through the house

“Angel, I’m home!”