Heck yeah! Jesse dealing with mood-swings like a sweetie:

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“Honey, yer pregnant. That’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

“Mhmm,” was all you would reply, and you threw another piece of clothing to the floor. You went back to digging through your closet, but you knew you wouldn’t find anything. Currently, you were in your skivvies.

“Let’s just go get ya some new dresses. Real pretty.”

“No,” you insisted, shaking your head, “Not again. We spent all this money…”

“Pumpkin, you have to,” Jesse softly pleaded with you. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He patted your rounded stomach. “You can’t go everywhere buck naked. As much as I would like,” he added under his breath.

You had happily bought maternity clothes months ago. Today, they no longer fit. You grew bigger than anticipated for your first pregnancy. You were frustrated. You felt fat. That if the clothes didn’t fit, there was something wrong with you.

Jesse knew this was nonsense, and he was amused at how fussy you were being. He rocked you gently as you huffed. He tickled you with his beard, one of the tricks he used to get you to laugh and smile. Instead you stepped out of his embrace and spun to face him.

“Are you calling me ‘pumpkin’ because I’m shaped like one?” you demanded to know.

He put up hands defensively.

“Now, that’s the hormones talkin’.”

You looked down and frowned at yourself.

“That’s true,” you huffed. “I’m sorry, Jesse!”

You came back into his arms, about to cry, and feeling really bad.

“Hush, now. You think I can stay mad at you?”