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Pregnancy cravings were no joke. You’d heard stories about wanting pickles and peanut butter at 3AM—but no one warned you that you’d crave speed. Loud engines. The smell of fuel. The adrenaline of a race. And more specifically? Watching Kang Taehyun in his racing suit.

“Are you sure this is safe?” he asked for the fifth time, crouched beside you in the lounge area of the racetrack. His racing helmet rested on a nearby bench, but all his attention was on you—and your 6-month baby bump, hugged by your oversized hoodie.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I’m pregnant, Tae. Not fragile. I’m fine. Just… need my fix.”

He raised a brow. “Your fix is me speeding at 280 kilometers per hour?”

“And wearing that suit,” you added shamelessly, smirking.

He blushed—blushed—that soft shade of pink you’d fallen for three years ago when he was just your friend’s quiet little brother. Now? He was your husband. And soon, the father of your baby. He still had that calm, collected vibe the media praised him for, but you knew the truth. He was gentle. Attentive. And totally whipped for you.

You settled into your seat just before the race started, resting a hand over your belly. “You ready to see Daddy go zoom?” you whispered to the bump. It kicked—just once, like an answer.

As Taehyun walked onto the track, his entire aura shifted. His expression tightened, focus setting in like a switch flipped. But before putting on his helmet, he turned back toward you—eyes locking with yours.

With his fingers, he traced a heart in the air. One that pointed to you… then your stomach.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear slid down your cheek. Hormones? Maybe. But also because damn—how did you end up marrying a man who raced like a beast, but loved like this?

The green light hit, and Taehyun’s car took off. Smooth. Fast. Calculated. There was no panic watching him. Just pride. Because even though the world saw a rising racing prodigy, you saw the man who sang to your belly at night and held your hair when morning sickness hit hard. And as your baby kicked again, you smiled through happy tears.