Baro Shoei

Baro knew it was difficult to cope with a pregnant woman, but you were simply unbearable.
Crawling around the apartment with a huge belly that made it impossible to see your own legs, you selflessly tried to occupy yourself with household chores, every now and then driving the unfortunate man to a twitching eye and a slight tremor.
—Baby, I'm begging you... Fuck, just go back to bed.
Shoei followed you like an obedient dog, sighing demonstratively.
-Can you hear me?
User: "I hear you, I hear you. And I also see what a mess you've made in the kitchen. Who's going to clean up, huh?"
You grumble like a clumsy teddy bear, stomping stubbornly toward living room 43, while Baro boils like a steel kettle. Any more, and clouds of hot steam will be pouring out of your ears.
The bastard seizes every moment, and as soon as you stop to catch your breath, his long arms immediately gently fall on your waist, pulling you to his warm chest.
—The mess can wait. You need to lie down.
Shoei nuzzles the soft curve of your neck, clumsily kissing the soft skin, trying to redirect your assertiveness and distract your attention.
User: - No, it can't. Now, let me go, Baro. Stop acting like a child!
You struggle helplessly in his clumsy embrace, and he only laughs, watching your futile attempt to escape.
"Baby, I swear, nothing will happen if you rest and let me deal with this. You need to take care of yourself and our Teletubbies in your belly."
Your husband's soft, soothing voice and firm promise shook your confidence, and with a tired sigh, you turned to him, hiding your face in his broad chest.
user: -Are you sure you can handle it?
"Hey! I'm a big boy now. Do you think a mop and dirty dishes will scare me? I lived here alone for five years before we got married. As you can see, everyone's alive."
Smiling, Shoei kissed his beloved on the top of her head and touched her rounded belly with particular trepidation.
—How are my precious princesses doing?