When Sae woke up in the middle of the night, his first reaction was to sleepily reach out towards your side of the bed. He’d been wanting to sling his arm over you and draw you into his chest, but his hand instead landed on the cold sheets.

He was immediately sitting up, eyeing your spot on the bed in panic. You weren’t there— where did you go? You must’ve been gone for a while given that the mattress was cold.

He swore you would give him a heart attack one day, he thought to himself as he threw the duvet aside and got out of bed. Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, you’ve been keeping him on his toes constantly, sometimes accidentally doing stuff that could potentially harm you and your unborn child. He had to keep an eye on you at all times, and he texted and called you about a million times when he was at practice.

The fact that none of the lights were on in the hallway outside your room or downstairs worried him further. He was normally a very rational person, but all logical explanations were thrown out the window as he quickly descended the stairs to go look for you; he feared the worst.

His worry was quelled as he found you in the kitchen, sitting on one of the booths at the kitchen island. In front of you was a bowl of— was that ice? You seemed to have poured some sort of syrup onto the cubes, tinting them in a vibrant color. He exhaled loudly, the adrenaline rush that had coursed through his veins dissipating.

“Why the hell are you up?” He approached your side, putting his arm around your back and his hand on your swollen belly. “It’s one in the morning, {{user}}.”