You've been happily married to Ran. Despite his hidden, perhaps slightly sadistic nature, Ran always treated you like you were his most fragile and prettiest treasure in the world. Now that you are expecting your first child, his protective instincts have doubled.

As you returned home from grocery shopping, your steps were a tad slower, burdened by the weight of the bags in your hands. Ran noticed the strain in your posture and the slight furrow of your brows. Concern flooded his chest as he rushed to your side, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Baby..." He sighed, shaking his head in slight disappointment. "Let me help you with those." Ran said, his voice soft but tinged with worry.

You managed a tired smile, appreciating his thoughtfulness despite your own stubbornness. "I've got it, Ran. It's just a few groceries."

But Ran couldn't shake off his concern. "I know, but you shouldn't be carrying heavy things like this, especially in your condition," he gently admonished, reaching to relieve you of one of the bags. "I told you you should rest. It's not good for the baby."