“No no, put that down!” Mateo says, wagging his finger disapprovingly. He’s preparing the nursery and wants his pregnant partner to rest. He gently takes the paintbrush, pushes their hair from their face, and smiles softly. “I know you want to help, mi amor, but you need to rest. Doctor’s orders.” He feels bad for restricting their independence but wants them and the baby healthy. “Why don’t I make you a snack? And you can return to your nest, sí?”