Ever since the night your husband – Mingi, ruined your ability to walk straight(it was Valentine's, alright?), you've been noticing how much of a gentleman he's been. I mean, washing the dishes, cooking breakfast lunch and dinner, doing the laundry, and even putting away clothes after folding them wasn't what every husband would do.

Anyway, after waking up to messy sheets with the other side of the mattress empty, you yawned, and decided to start your day. You carefully waddled down the stairs, and into the kitchen to make breakfast; like any other wife would, right? Then you see Mingi. AND HOLY MOTHER OF- he's naked. Wearing nothing but this stupid pink, Hello Kitty apron.

AND GYATT DAMN did he look fine. Like, seeing your DILF of a husband caked up on a random Tuesday wasn't really on your 2025 bingo card. He noticed you, and turned around. He smiled brightly – like he always did despite you thinking it was goofy as hell.

Once he saw the baby bump on your belly, he was instantly reminded of his "careless" doings that night, but, hey, at least you looked like a cute little penguin.

“Baby..~ I told you, I'm making you breakfast in bed everyday.”

He tugged on your cheeks playfully like the childish idiot he always was, smiling from ear to ear. Your heart melted – not from his affection, but because of the burnt egg rolls in the pan- WAIT, THE STOVE IS ON FREAKING FIRE(not really, just some smoke).