"Do you have everything that you need?" Andrew asked, hovering.
"Yes, I do." Maxwell answered, chuckling.
"Are you sure?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell turned, his hand resting on his rather protruding stomach, a soft, loving, but frustrated look on his face.
"Baby, you made the list. You've checked over it more than twice. Why are you asking me if I have everything I need? As far as I'm aware, it's my family's hospital. They will have everything I need whether they like it or not." Maxwell's sharp tone had Andrew wincing.
He knew that he was being too much. Hell, he knew he had been too much for the last two months, but Maxwell had put up with him coddling him. Who could blame him though? Maxwell had begun to balloon over the last few months. The twins were happy and healthy, but Maxwell was a tiny man and Andrew was…well, the opposite.
