Bobby sat on the floor, instruction manual in one hand, his other hand running through his hair. He brought his hand down and flipped through the manual, studying the pieces on the floor in front of him.
Andy looked up from her magazine and watched him for a moment, grinning and shaking her head.
She chuckled and said, "Do you want me to put that thing together?"
He looked up at her, pouting. "I can do it."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sure you can, sweetheart."
"They always make these things more complicated than they seem," he said, waving the instruction booklet around.
"Of course they do."
He looked over at her again. "Hush, you."
She grinned and held out her hand. "Here, give me that."
He crawled over to her, handing her the booklet and resting his head on her leg. She flipped through it once and chuckled before handing it back to him.
"See, it's harder than it looks," he said, smiling up at her.
"If you say so." She smirked. He rolled his eyes and got up from the floor, tossing the booklet onto the pile of wood parts. Sitting next to her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him.
He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
She smiled up at him, then paused a moment. Her smile got wider and she reached for his hand.
"Right here," she said, placing his hand on her rounded belly. He matched her smile, staring at his hand for a moment before meeting her eyes.