Hailee's POV
Six months
"Frederick, you don't have to do this," I complained for what felt like the hundredth time.
But as always, he ignored me. His cool hands stayed firm and gentle, pressing against my swollen feet, working the ache out of them with careful patience.
I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Honestly, I've told you I can manage."
"You've told me many things," he said calmly, not looking up. "And I've ignored most of them."
I shot him a tired glare, but he didn't flinch. He never did.
"Frederick—"
"Hailee." His tone softened, though his hands kept their steady rhythm. "You're carrying three lives inside you. If I can ease even a fraction of that burden, I will."
My chest tightened at his words. I wanted to argue, to tell him again he didn't owe me anything, but the truth was… I didn't hate the comfort. I didn't hate his steady presence at my side.
I rested my head back and closed my eyes. "You're stubborn," I muttered.
