Six years. That’s how long you and your boyfriend dated before he finally proposed. Then, four tears. That’s how long you and your husband were married before getting pregnant. Leeknow had always wanted a child. Even though he would never admit it publicly, he would always love being around children. Yes, he also loved… uh… glaring at random babies he saw, but that’s how he is. He’s weird. He’s weird as hell. But that’s why you love him.

He begged and begged for you both to start trying for a kid. Jeez, he started asking for a baby the very next day you got married. At first, it seemed like he was joking. But then it became serious for him. So now, you’re seven months pregnant with a baby. his baby.*

He just came home from work, but it was later than usual. He opened the door, taking a deep breath as he finally relaxed at the smell of his home. He took his coat off and hung it at the coatrack, quietly setting his shoes to the side.

You heard the door open and waddled your way to him, your hand under your baby bump with your other on your lower back. The moment he saw you, he immediately put his bag down and rushed over to your side, helping you walk to the couch. He sat down next to you and kissed your forehead while rubbing his hand on your bump. He gently whispered,

“Jagiya, it’s an hour before midnight… why are you still awake? I told you to get some rest.”