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Content: 2.4k words of dad to be Jean worrying maybe a little too much about you and the baby.
a/n- first time with established relationship with Jean! Kind of got away from me but I hope you enjoy anyway :)
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“What are you doing?!” You freeze at hearing your husbands voice ring out. Caught again!
“Nothing! I was just-” You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Jean is scooping you up into him arms, off the first step of the little stool and back onto completely solid ground.
“You were just getting off of there!” He says, taking the stool and removing it from the kitchen.
“I was just trying to reach the flour!” You follow him into the living room, explaining yourself.
“I could reach it for you, just ask me.” He says, turning back towards you once the stool is far enough away.
“Okay, could you get me the flour?” You mumble, not meeting his gaze.
He hugs you around the waist, petting you hair. “Flour would be for.. baking?” He asks in a way as if you are doing something wrong.
You huff at him. “Of course! I was just going to make a little strawberry dessert!” Just a little something!
“You know you can’t have a lot of sugar.” He speaks calming and still holds you despite your obvious rising irritation.
“Jean!” You whine at him. “I can’t go the entire time without something sweet! And you love strawberries!” You would have preferred a blueberry dessert, but were hoping by making it strawberry, you could talk him into letting you make it.
He smooths your hair back and kisses your head, ignoring the daggers you shoot at him from under your lashes as you look up at him. “I told you, I wouldn’t have it if you couldn’t have it. And, you can’t have it. Not yet.” Not even strawberries would entice him.
“You don’t let me do anything!” You sigh in defeat and lay your head against his chest, annoyed, but still showing him acceptance and appreciation, knowing that he has your wellbeing in mind.
“I’m going to let you give birth in a couple months.” He chuckles, rubbing your belly.







