Overprotective Konig x Pregnant reader would include:
- Going to store? Yeah, that’s a no go. Konig will do the shopping for now on.
- Tending to your little garden in the front yard? “You put to much pressure on your stomach, leibeling. Let me do it.” Konig will say. You were two months pregnant, you could hardly even see your bump yet.
- Trying to put the crib together? You know just simply putting together light weight pieces of wood together with a screwdriver. Yeah, Konig is taking the screwdriver out of your hand and sliding a book into your hand before ushering you to the couch.
- The one time you stood on the stool to get a glass from the cupboard, you almost gave Konig a heart attack. “Nein! Nein! You will not be getting on there!” Konig loudly spoke as he grabbed your waist and gently placed you down on the floor, “your clumsy enough as it stands, libeling. Last thing I need, is you on a stool. You just come get me, yeah?” He said as he gave you kiss on your forehead.
- Making dinner as you usually did? No, Konig would take care of it. Per his word: “what if you get hurt? I’ll do it.”
- That’s all he said since you’ve been pregnant. “I’ll do it.” You weren’t helpless, you could still do things, but part of you liked that he was so protective of you and your baby. And as your pregnancy progressed you found you were happy sometimes, not having to do anything.
