Imagine Tony Stark being cautious and loving when you are pregnant.
Felt like the umpteenth time you had sighed as you realized the precautions that your husband has took to make sure you are traveling safely. The amounts of pillows in the back seat of the car as Happy is your driver because he trusts no one else touches yet annoys you.
There is no peace in your household. He refuses to let you in his man cave considering the gadgets that are in there, he went so far as to change the password on you.
Feeling your brow twitch as you eye your closet fill with heels are replace with flats. Not even your favorite pair was spared. When you questioned where your belongings are, Tony promised you that your collection will be put back once the baby is here.
Surely, you knew in some form that he will have to buy you new heels since he threw the ones you have away. Every corner of the home is baby and pregnant proof, his stash of liquor has been moved to a disclose location, Jarvis gives Tony updates on your symptoms and your cravings.
You didn’t know the extent of his precaution until you stub your toe one time walking to the bathroom and you were bed ridden for the rest of the day. Tony did not let you out of his sight or out of bed, having Jarvis checking the vitals or you and the baby.
“I’m not fragile, Tony.” You mumble, a small scoff when he plants his ear on your belly. Speaking loving words to the kid, you run your hands through his hair.
“I promise to always be for you, kid. No matter what, I love you, okay? You won’t get any pressure from your old man just…be you.” Tony softly rubs your belly before planting a kiss where your baby kicks.
A soft chuckle comes from you as Tony grumbles, “Not funny, Chuckles. This kid is going to be the death of me.”
“If he or she ends up like you, then yes.”