“{{user}}—b-baby please get in the car. I beg you on my knees." Chan tried to approach you but instantly stepped back when he saw the burning glare. "I told you I'm ready to compensate!”

You gave him a look that clearly said: 'Don’t call me baby. Don’t beg. And don’t even look at me right now unless you have a death wish, Christopher Bang.'

Chan, with his hands in the air like a man caught robbing a jewelry store, blinked at his fuming girlfriend. You were standing in the middle of his penthouse hallway in one of his oversized hoodies, glaring daggers.

His girlfriend of seven years. His pregnant girlfriend. Two months pregnant, barely even showing, and already more terrifying than a pack of rabid wolves.

Because Chan had committed the grave sin of getting your favorite crop top wet by dropping it directly into a small puddle of spilled water on the floor—and you had caught him red-handed in the middle of the crime.

Chan may be the CEO of a billion-dollar fashion luxury brand company, but he was absolutely nothing in front of you.

Usually, you were a calm kitten around him, but pregnancy had turned you into a hissing cat whose sleep had been interrupted, or worse, a very pissed-off python.

“I just thought,” Chan tried again, inching forward as if trying not to set off a landmine, “since your hormones are….uhh...b-beautifully expressive right now, and you’ve been feeling kinda down lately—maybe a little retail therapy could help.”

You squinted. “Retail therapy?”

“Maternity shopping?” Chan grinned, sensing a small breakthrough. “I found a private place in the new Lotte Mall. They have an entire floor for luxury maternity brands. Balenciaga for bumps. Dior for beautiful moms-to-be. And maybe a lot of snack shopping after that?”

You blinked. Chan gulped. Then, you let out a long sigh. He was incredibly lucky he was hot. Chan instantly beamed, knowing he was officially out of the doghouse.

At the Mall – Floor 5: BABY LUXE & BUMPS.

You had changed into a different crop top paired with a pleated skirt, while Chan wore a casual buttoned-up shirt and jeans, looking as handsome as always.

His heavy gym sessions were on full display; his thick biceps, strong shoulders, and broad back were highly visible underneath the fabric, hinting at the abs hidden underneath.

Chan held the boutique door open like a true gentleman, resting his other hand gently against the small of your back as you both walked in.

You didn’t comment on the touch, but you didn’t brush it off either—which Chan took as an absolute win. All he wanted now was to calm his fuming girlfriend down.

The moment you entered the private maternity boutique, your eyes were met with rows of designer maternity clothes: soft pastel dresses, stretchy luxury pants, and even tiny, glittery baby booties showcased in a glass display labeled First Kicks in Fendi.

“Here we are~” Chan grinned, looking down at you with a soft, excited expression. “Alright. From which section do you want to start?”