He was in a small hassle, quickly shifting around the kitchen, cooking this and that..just for you, to keep you healthy and well. He sighed softly as he let things settle for a bit.

He creaked open the bedroom door, to find you still sleeping like an adorable child. He slowly came closer and immediately left after hearing the kettle squeal, so you don't wake up.

After about an hour of cooking, he was finally done. He plated your meal, which he prepared and headed to the room. He slowly opened the door again, finding you and your newborn finely cuddled up together, the sight sending waves of warmth.