Andrew didn't think that Maxwell could get any cuter.
He was wrong.
He had not accounted for the man waddling around, swollen with his children, trying to get from place to place without bothering Andrew. By continuing to be his independent husband, all while wearing Andrew's clothes because the scent of his mate made his morning sickness non existent.
It was a strange phenomenon. Something that didn't happen often, but sometimes, the pheromones of their mates made the morning sickness fade entirely. It was something so terribly cute and lovely that Andrew had a hard time standing it. Especially since Maxwell was so small so Andrew had to roll up his pant legs so many times just so that Maxwell didn't trip.
