After my hair was dry, we walked back into the bedroom, and I sat down on the bed. Marcello hunkered down by my feet and put my socks and shoes on me. "You don't have to do all of this, you know. I can still do some stuff by myself," I told him. His response was the sweetest thing ever. "I know, baby, but you're pregnant with our baby, and since I can't help with that, the least that I can do is help you in other ways. If that means that I wash your hair and body, blow dry your hair, or even help you get dressed. Then that's what I will do. I'll do anything to help make things a little easier for you, baby," he told me.
"Aww, that's the sweetest thing ever. I love all of you guys so much. Now let's go get food. Our little boy is starving." He helped me up from the bed and I grabbed my ph
