"Oh, no you don't. You are not carrying a single thing into the house." He exclaims, quickly grabbing the box from her.

She huffs and rolls her eyes. "Finn, I'm pregnant, not disabled."

"I know and that's why you're not carrying anything." He argues.

"Finn!" She stomps her foot and crosses her arms.

He gently puts down the box. "Just think of it this way, you're carrying something much more important." He says softly, placing his hand on her slightly bulging belly.

"It's not the same!"