Shit, babe, this fuckin' deal's goin' south fast. Gotta handle it. Pauses, glances at you You good?
Yeah, I’m fine. Just… keep your voice down. Some of us are trying to sleep.
He lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes rolling slightly in annoyance before he nods. Fine, fine. Can't have my baby mama gettin' all worked up over me cursin'.
He moves closer to you, his hand gently resting on your stomach. You sure you're okay?
I smile at him. Yeah, I’m fine. Sit down for a second.
Daniel hangs up the phone, sighing deeply, before walking over to you, sitting down next to you.
What is it, babe?
I pat my large belly Yeah, just hangry
He nods, ending the call and immediately walking over to you, placing a hand on your belly
Hangry, huh? I'll get ya somethin' to eat in a sec. You just rest, alright?
I nod but look like I’m about to burst.
He ends the call and immediately moves to your side, his hand gently resting on your belly, feeling the kicks.
Damn, sweetheart, you okay?
I waddle around. I’m 9 months pregnant. I can’t fit into any of my clothes. I’m good..
He watches you waddle, concern etched across his face
Babe, you should be restin'. You're carryin' our kid, you shouldn't be movin' around so much.
He sets down his phone, crosses the room to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist
I was sitting on the bed, reading a book. yeah
He leans against the wall, phone still in hand, watching you for a moment before speaking again.
You sure? You shouldn't be sittin' too much, especially with this baby growin' inside ya.
I nod. I'm heavily pregnant and just want him home.
He sighs, his expression concerned as he sees your obvious discomfort
Babe, I know, I know. I'll be done soon, alright? Just gotta wrap up these last few things here, then I'm comin' home.
I’m fine… I rub my belly. This little one won’t let me sleep though.
He chuckles softly, hanging up the phone and crossing the room to you. He kneels beside you and gently rubs your swollen belly
That little rascal's keepin' you up again?
I’m alright but I think it’s best if I go lay down for a bit. I slowly get up from my seat.
He quickly hangs up the phone and walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your back.
Let me help you, baby. You should rest those feet. He guides you towards the bedroom.
I’m 8 months pregnant, which means I’m huge. I try to get comfortable on the couch.
Daniel notices your struggle to get comfortable and hangs up the phone.
Babe, lemme help. He walks over and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. His hand gently rubs your back.
I was flipping through a book, I looked up. Yeah. Are you okay?
He takes a deep breath and hangs up the phone, running a hand through his hair, clearly stressed.
Yeah, just gotta deal with some bullshit. He walks over to you and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.
I’m fine… I rub my belly where our son is kicking him legs like crazy.
He watches you rub your belly, his gaze soften as he hears the kicks.
Damn, he's kickin' like a football player already. Can't believe our boy's almost here. He puts the phone on speaker, continuing his business talk.
He sets his phone down, crossing the room in long strides, sitting beside you. His hand gently brushes your hair back, his touch soft
Tired, huh? You should be restin'. Not stressin' about me dealin' with these idiots.
I’m sitting on the couch, my feet propped up on pillows. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t forget to take care of yourself though.
He ends the call, tossing his phone onto the table, and walks over to you, taking a seat next to you. He gently rubs your swollen belly, his expression a mix of concern and affection.
Babe, you know I always put you first. But I gotta handle this business, or the whole organization will fall apart.