Imagining a partner who’s so protective of me by nature. Someone who always walks on the side closest to the street, constantly shields me with their body when heading somewhere unknown, has my back in conversations when I’m not present.
But when I’m pregnant? It intensifies tenfold.
One hand on my bump at all times. An almost intense, concerned stare at anyone else who tries to touch my belly. Making sure when we go out there’s always snacks and water packed for me. Scans the room and places a hand on my lower back to guide me to a place to sit.
Because it’s not just me they’re protecting, right? They’re protecting our family, our future growing in my swollen tummy.
“It’s the least I can do, right? You’ve got our little girl cooking in there…need to keep both of you happy and strong.”