Katy blew out a breath and bit her lip, staring forlornly at the unmade bed. Eight months pregnant, she was nesting and now wasn't sure why she thought washing the bed sheets was a good idea. She startled and jumped a bit when Shawn suddenly appeared behind her. He held up his hands in apology. "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you or the kid. You need help?"
"Please. I made a mistake."
"At least we'll have clean sheets," he pointed out as he grabbed the linen sheets of the basket.
"You need any help?"
"Sit down, Katy," he ordered. She listened and sat down in their desk chair.
She clapped and whistled when he managed to get the pillow covers on without incident. "Good job!"
Shawn snorted. "Thanks for the encouragement, baby."
"You're welcome." He finished making the bed, helped her up off the chair, and they walked into the kitchen.
"I will be so glad when I have this baby and stop waddling," Katy muttered, wincing, as the baby kicked a rib.
Shawn beamed at her, still in disbelief they were having a baby. He'd help Katy with everything, do anything she asked to ease the late pregnancy pains.