"Do you even love me anymore?" she questioned in a sob, her face covered by her hands.

He would have laughed if he wasn't so taken aback and confused. He still wasn't sure how they'd gotten here in the first place.

"What?"

She just sobbed even more, her body shaking.

"Jen, Jen, it's okay, c'mere," he soothed, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her. He rested his chin on her head as she cried.

He wasn't quite sure how to proceed or how to soothe her. She was being irrational, and he knew it was because of her pregnancy hormones. He was relieved she was due in a few weeks, because he wasn't sure how much longer he, how much longer she—how much longer they—could take this.

"Jen, 'course I love you. What makes you think I don't?"

"Because I'm fat and ugly and I burnt dinner and you haven't even tried to get into my pants in over a week and I can't seem to please you anymore," she vented in one long breath before she went back to crying.

He raised his eyes to the sky, hugging her a little tighter as he considered what to say. He had come home from work and cracked a joke about her cooking skills, not realizing that she was on edge, and now here they were. She had never been someone who cried before. It's like the baby had it in for her.

She wasn't fat or ugly, he didn't give a damn if she did burnt dinner every night, and he hadn't tried to have sex with her because the last time he tried she snapped at him and said she'd let him know when she was in the mood. So he'd been waiting for the green light. Not like he was dumb enough to point that out right now.

"Hey," he said softly, nudging her head up to look him in the eyes, wiping her tears away and cupping her cheek. "You're beautiful. You always will be. And I'll never stop wantin' to get in your pants."

She chuckled, giving him a watery-eyed smile before she wiped her runny nose off with her sleeve.

"You sure about that?" she asked.

"Positive. Wouldn't have married ya if I didn't think that. Wouldn't be fair for me to marry someone I'd never wanna have sex with."

"Such a charmer," she said with a roll of her eyes.

He gave her another squeeze and kissed her forehead.

"How 'bout I go grab us some dinner. You want Chinese? Mexican? Thai? Burgers? Pizza?" he offered, knowing she hated going out these days. She was always tired.

"I don't know," she said, looking troubled.

He wasn't surprised, she was more indecisive than she used to be. Pregnancy brain was also taking a toll on her.

"Well, I'll go work on the boat a little while you decide. Let me know what you and the baby want when you're ready." He let his hand brush across her stomach before he headed through the basement entrance.

He took his blazer off and set some tools out when he got downstairs, taking a good look at the frame to decide what he wanted to start on first. He got to work and got into a good rhythm, surprised she hadn't come down yet. Usually, it seemed like when he finally got started she managed to interrupt him. Whether it be talking about work, asking him to do something, wanting to watch something with him, or distracting him in other—more interesting—ways.

When he managed to get up a good sweat and found his polo to be covered in sawdust, he furrowed his eyebrows and checked his watch. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw that almost an hour had passed. He stood still and listened, realizing he hadn't heard her moving around in quite a while. Perhaps she was reading in bed? Or fussing with things in the nursery again?

He dusted himself off and put his tools down, stretching for a second before he headed up the stairs. He came back into the kitchen entrance and was about to grab a glass of water, when his eyes landed directly ahead to the couch in the living room.

He slowly made his way into the living room, his lip quirking up at the sight of his wife, dead asleep on the couch in a sitting position, her head tilted back on the upper cushion while her legs were spread out in front of her on the coffee table. A book was laying across her pregnant belly.

He smiled, taking in the sight for a minute before he went to her side and reached behind the couch, grabbing the folded blanket they kept there. He spread it out shook it a bit, moving the book off of her and placing it on the coffee table before he draped the blanket across her. He watched the blanket rise with her massive belly as she breathed. He leaned forward and put his hand on the side of her head, brushing her red bangs aside with his thumb, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open a little and she stared at him for a second, clearly still groggy and mostly asleep.

"Jen, I'm gonna go grab dinner, okay? I'll save you some, you can eat it when you wake up," he whispered.

Her eyes closed again and she sighed, shifting a little.

"Green curry," she mumbled, getting comfortable, placing a hand over her belly protectively.

He chuckled and nodded.

"Thai food it is," he muttered. "I'll be back soon."

She mumbled something incoherent and he shook his head in amusement. He went back into the basement to grab his blazer and then headed back up, shooting another smile towards his wife and unborn child as he walked through the living room to the front door. He grabbed a jacket off the coat hanger and opened the door, stepping out into the cool darkness. He double checked that he had his keys and then locked and closed the door.

"I'm a lucky man," he muttered to himself, smiling as he headed for his truck.