world; modern au. genre: family

"Jack, I am pregnant, not a handicap!" Elsa fumed out the car, slamming the door right in Jack's face, making him wince.

"Baby," he called out just as she reached the apartment doors, struggling to punch the key into the keyhole with shaky fingers out of rage. "Don't run so fast! You might trip over and—"

"Will you people stop treating me like I'm physically challenged! God, the nerve of the lot of you!" she screamed to him across the street just as he began to run towards her after hastily securing the car.

When he reached in, she ranted some more, throwing jackets and couch cushions on the floor, angrier than he's ever seen her. Her mood swings were getting worst by the months. "Merida kept looking at me like I was sick and Hiccup kept treating me like I was plagued! At least Anna and Rapunzel understand, ugh, we need more women who went through pregnancy these days."

"Elsa," his soothing voice reached out to her, and so did his strong arms that looped around her round belly. "We just worry about you. You've been so stressed out recently…"

"Well, if you people hadn't kept treating me like crap then maybe I wouldn't be so furious right now! Jack, I am fine."

"Okay then."

They stood there awhile longer before she let out a yelp.

"What?" he asked.

"T-The baby kicked," she said. "Here, feel."

She guided his hands to her plump belly, and for the first time of the day, she smiled.