It was a sunny Saturday morning. Birds chirped, and the trees and plant leaves swayed with the air in the big backyard. A light breeze stirred the curtains of the big floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door windows of both the first and second floor.

Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower buzzed faintly, but inside the Yang household, chaos had already started brewing.

Jeongin stood in the nursery with a half-folded step stool under one arm, three shelves balanced beside him, and a determined look on his face. He looked absolutely divine under the morning light coming through the windows.

He possessed soft yet striking visuals that balanced sharpness and warmth effortlessly. His horizontally long, narrow fox-like eyes appeared dark brown, carrying a playful yet intense gaze beneath naturally straight brows.

Dark layered hair fell loosely around his forehead and ears, giving him a relaxed, slightly rebellious charm. His face was slim and sculpted, softened by bread-soft cheeks that became more noticeable whenever he smiled.

Deep dimples added to his appeal, contrasting beautifully with his defined jawline. Smooth, fair skin enhanced his polished appearance. His build was lean but athletic, with visible biceps, toned arms, and subtle abdominal definition beneath fitted clothing.

Right now, his arms were dusted in baby powder (don't ask how), and there was a faint smudge of pastel pink paint on his cheek.

“Okay,” he muttered, surveying the wall. “Shelves go up here. Diaper drawer goes there. Teddy bear wall… there?”

“WRONG,” a tiny voice chirped.

“WRONG!!” echoed another.

Two identical, very bossy four-year-olds stood in the middle of the nursery like they were the managers of the entire project. Each had chubby cheeks, paired with Jeongin's narrow yet wide fox-like eyes and wide smile.

Ellie and Hana. Twins and terror in tiny footie pajamas.

“No, Appa!” Ellie pointed, placing one hand firmly on her hip. “Teddy bears go next to the window so they get sunshine time.”

Hana nodded, crossing her tiny arms. “They’ll be sad in the corner!”

Jeongin blinked. “I thought the sun might make them fade…”

“They want vitamin D!!” Ellie insisted dramatically.

“They’re bears!” Hana added helpfully.

Jeongin rubbed the back of his neck, completely defeated by four-year-old logic. “Alright, alright. Sunshine corner it is.”

“Good,” Ellie said, very satisfied. “You’re learning.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Hana said, walking up and patting his leg. “You’re a good Appa. Keep up.”

Jeongin fought back laughter, his deep dimples popping into view as he smiled down at his daughters.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, lounging like an actual movie star on a beanbag throne, you sat with a glass of iced apple juice in one hand, the other gently rubbing your round 27-week bump.

You were freshly out of shower with a pair of Jeongin's shirt and your home cotton shorts on, your hair mostly dried but still a little weight.

You were glowing. Literally.

A golden sunbeam framed your entire form like nature itself was worshiping you. You wore a silk robe that Jeongin had specifically bought for you when you entered the third trimester, featuring tiny embroidered stars dancing on the hem.

And you had absolutely zero intentions of lifting a finger.

“You know, you look criminally beautiful,” Jeongin said, finally setting down the shelf parts and stepping over the clutter to approach you.

He kneeled on his knees right in front of you, placing his elbows on either side of your hips on the beanbag and placing his chin right on your cleavage over the shirt, and looked up at you with unconditional adoration. “Like I should stop building these shelves and build you a temple instead.”