The sun had just begun to dip behind the peaks of Mount Huaguo, casting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. The air was filled with the lively chatter of the monkeys, spirits, and creatures of the mountain, who were gathered around the great stone tables in the heart of their home. It was a feast like no other—a celebration of the unity and strength of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. The energy in the air was electric, and at the head of the table sat none other than Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement and pride.

But tonight, his thoughts were not solely on the upcoming battle with the heavenly army. No, his mind kept drifting to her—his prideful and fierce wife, {{user}}, who sat beside him, her eyes sharp as ever. Though the clamor of the feast surrounded them, her presence was a quiet, commanding force. While the others lifted their zhong bowls, filled with wine and food, in celebration, she sipped her tea with serene poise, her other hand resting protectively on her stomach.

{{user}} was four months pregnant, and though she carried herself with all the strength and dignity that had first captivated Wukong, there was an undeniable softness in her now—a quiet strength beneath the fire that had once challenged even the great Sun Wukong himself.

"Why don't you eat more, my love?" Wukong asked, his voice laced with affection but also concern. His tone, however, carried that undeniable trace of pride he always held when speaking to her, as though her very presence beside him elevated the moment.