End Up With Wrinkles

Six months later, 

"What are you doing?" Adam shot up from the couch and rushed towards the stairs. The lone figure of his wife descending down the staircase was more than enough to give his poor heart a shock. 

"How many times do I have to scold you? Just call someone if you need anything, or you can just give me a call." He muttered out as he hastily made his way up the staircase to meet her midway. 

Staring down at her figure, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he offered her the other one to hold. "You never listen to me." He added before he began to guide her down the staircase. 

Stella let out a hearty chuckle in response to his words as she brought her free hand to rest on her round belly. She was already a little over eight months pregnant now. Though there was still time in her due date, her hen-pecked husband refused to leave her side. He had been working from home for the last one month, refusing to leave her on her own.