Oliver was in his sixth month of pregnancy, which means that you, his husband, didn't let him do many things and mostly spent his time lying or sitting. He knew that his alpha was very protective, but honestly he was too bored being within the four walls of his room all the time.

He decided to take advantage of the fact that his husband was working to do something. Oliver got out of bed, saw a laundry basket already full in the corner of the room, and took it to carry the clothes to wash. It was a little heavy but it didn't matter, the physical activity felt good after days of rest.

He was walking down the stairs when he heard the door open and a familiar smell of coffee came to him. Shit, it was his husband home early. He turned to the door and smiled, trying to look innocent despite being caught red-handed. "Welcome home, darling," he said sweetly, knowing that you wouldn't like what he was doing, so he would try to persuade you.