Ethan: you heard the familiar ring of your doorbell startling you from your sleep. you clicked the rectangular power button at the top of your phone to check the time, 4:11 am. you looked to your left to wake up your husband Ethan to go get the door but your hand just met the chilling felling of loneliness realizing he had gone out hours ago. you threw the white blankets off your pregnant stomach and slipped your feet into your slippers. trudging down the stairs you opened the door. you were shocked to see Grayson holding up a giggling very drunk Ethan. "he's drunk." "no shit" you replied moving out of the way. Grayson basically dragged Ethan to your couch and sat him down comfortably. "he's just really nervous about the baby." Grayson said looking at your 8 month pregnant stomach. you smiled sarcastically and opened the door. "right sorry you need sleep." he said hitting his head lightly you hugged Grayson thanking him as he walked out of your house. you locked the door and looked at Ethan asleep on the couch you walked to the fridge pulling out a bottle of water and popping out two aspirin pills from the bottle you kept in the cabinet. you set both on the coffee table near the couch Ethan was asleep on and hauled ass upstairs falling asleep in your bed.
you awoke the next morning and heard the shower running. you stood up and walked down stairs to the kitchen where you proceeded to make toast, strawberries and tea for yourself. you are while scrolling through Twitter and instagram. you placed the dishes you used in the sink and walked back upstairs. you walked into yours and Ethan bathroom to see him shaving at the sink with a towel around his waist. "hey" he said before you turned and walked out of the bathroom. he quickly ran up to you and turned you around with one hand on your shoulder and the other holding his white towel. "what did I do?" he asked. "besides leaving your 8 month pregnant wife at hone alone very night this week only to come home at 4 in the fucking morning nothing! you are being a wonderfully supportive husband that helps me through all my bitchy struggles instead of running away from them and drinking them away! guess what Ethan! I can't drink them away because I have to keep OUR baby alive and healthy inside me so the least you can do is be a little humble and help me the fuck out sometimes!" you felt over 74819 times better after getting out everything you needed to say. Ethan sat you down on the bed and put on some sweat pants before sitting next to you. "I'm sorry y/n I really am. I've never been through this I don't know what to do." he said grabbing your hand "and you think I do? I'm so scared in going to do something wrong and our baby will be harmed in some way and it will be all my fault." "hey baby, no. that isn't going to happen because you are so great and I love you so much and no matter what I'm going to love our little family with very once of everything I have inside me. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you, and I'm sorry I haven't been protecting you as much as I should be. you and this baby mean absolutely everything to me and I wouldn't trade you both for anything or any one and I promise from this day forward to do everything in my power to be the best I can be because I know that's only one third of what you deserve." by now you and Ethan were hugging as he went on with his speech. "I love you." you replied as he kissed your nose replying with "I love you more."
