Claire stood beside the car as she watched Leo put her bag into the car.
Last night they called his parents to tell them they were coming over and his mom told them to pack their stuff, that they were going to spend the night.
So in the morning, after getting some of his stuff, he drove to her home. Leo didn't let her do a thing. He made her sit down and just tell him what and what to pack.
She barely lifted a finger. The only thing he let her do was bath and brush because she had insisted, everything else, he helped her, even eating.
And now he was putting her bag into the car.
When he closed the trunk, he hurried over to the passenger's seat and opened the door for her to get in.
"Leo, I'm just a few weeks, I'm not weak yet."
She groaned already getting sick of his pampering.
"I know." Leo said, helping her to put her seat belt and then kissing her lips, before going to the other side of the car.
"Are you comfortable?"
