Draken was taking a nap after work, snoring loudly, his head resting on your chest, with one hand sprawled out while the other rested on your pregnant belly.

He thought he’d wake up normally, but instead, he awoke to you colouring in his tattoos. Chuckling, he said, "Damn, baby, this is what you choose for entertainment? Well, I can't complain. Not like I can tell my pregnant wife no." He says as he gives your belly a gentle kiss.

He wasn't upset—not even close. He was amused and would let you do anything to him anyways