Protective

Throughout the day, Slaton followed Brenna around. She’d reach for something on a high shelf, and he’d race forward to get it for her. If she had to pick something up from the ground, he beat her to it. When she picked up a light box to move, he took it from her. At first, Brenna laughed each time; but by the end of the day, she was angry.

“Come on, Slaton. Picking up a stack of pillows is not going to hurt me.” She stood with her hands on her hips as she glared at him coming from the bedroom where he had deposited the pillows in question.

“You never know.” He walked up to her and slid his arms around her. “I don’t want you hurting yourself or the baby.” He turned sideways so he could put his hand on her stomach.

Brenna couldn’t help but smile as her frustration faded to love. “You’re happy about this.”

He looked up at her in surprise. “Of course, I am.” He became concerned as he looked at her face. “You look tired.”

“I am a bit, but it’s nothing.”