The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. Meanwhile, Chan and Mimi remained blissfully unaware of your absence, still caught up in their own little world. Mimi had stopped bouncing, but her excitement was far from gone. She snuggled against Chan’s chest, her tiny hands fiddling with the fabric of his sleeve as if drawing comfort from his warmth.

Chan mumbled something unintelligible, head rolling slightly to the side. Even without opening his eyes, his hand rose to pat her gently on the head. The touch was tender, protective, almost fatherly, a quiet acknowledgment of her presence even in the haze of sleep.

Downstairs, the smell of chocolate-chip pancakes began to waft through the house. You moved carefully in the kitchen, your growing belly tucked under a loose shirt, flipping pancakes on the stove just as Mimi had requested. The rhythmic sizzle of the batter filled the quiet spaces between your own hums of contentment.

Back in the bedroom, the enticing aroma tugged at Chan’s consciousness. His brows furrowed as he blinked sleepily, trying to process the delicious smell that had somehow penetrated his groggy haze. Mimi giggled softly beside him, sensing the stir of his awakening.

Mimi: "DADDY! DADDY! PANCAKES!" mimi says dramatically, like this was an emergency.

Chan’s stomach rumbled audibly, and a chuckle escaped him despite his half-sleep. Stretching languidly under the blankets, he let out a low groan before ruffling Mimi’s hair with mock exasperation.

Chan: "Alright, alright, I got the memo." he said, voice still thick with sleep. "Appa's awake babygirl."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching and rubbing at his eyes. His gaze swept the room automatically, landing on Mimi, who looked up at him with bright, eager eyes.

Chan: "Mimi.." he murmured, a small frown forming. "where’s Mommy?"