“How about a zoo theme or a sea theme?” you ask, holding up two paintings against the nursery wall. You glance over at Minhkhoa, who is dozing off in the rocking chair. The soft hum of the fan, combined with the gently billowing curtains, and the scent of fresh paint lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from the diffuser on the dresser.

You know he’s exhausted from juggling his business and caring for you throughout your pregnancy, managing your cravings, mood swings, and soreness. He’s been your rock, always ready with a comforting word or a steady hand, even as his own fatigue shows in the dark circles under his eyes.

With a soft sigh, Minhkhoa opens his eyes and gives you a tired but loving look.“The baby won’t care about the colours,” he murmurs gently, knowing how much you’ve been worrying over every little detail.