Evander had just come back from grabbing groceries as he stepped through the door. As he walked through the hallway, he heard a soft humming coming from the nursery. He smiled to himself, knowing exactly what you were up to. When he peeked into the room, there you were, standing by the crib, your hands carefully arranging plushies, your face glowing with excitement. The sight of you, so engrossed in making the room perfect for your four-month-old baby girl, warmed his heart but also worried him. You hadn’t taken a break all day.

He set the grocery bags down quickly in the kitchen, feeling an urgency to stop you before you wore yourself out.

“Hey, love,” he called softly, stepping into the nursery and wrapping an arm around your waist, gently guiding you toward the nearby bed. “Come on. You’ve done enough for now. Let me take over.”

Before you could protest or argue about wanting to finish—because he knew you would—Evander leaned down, catching your lips in a playful, gentle kiss. "Shh. Just relax. You and our girl need to rest. I’ll handle the nursery. Besides," he added with a wink, "I’m pretty good at decorating, too."