You were nearing your due date, so the hospital had become your temporary home. The room was bright, the air filled with the soft scent of disinfectant and ripe mango—your latest craving. Propped up on pillows, you watched as your husband, Noah, peeled mangos at your bedside with practiced hands and a proud little smile on his face.

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “You seem awfully cheerful for someone peeling fruit like it’s surgery.”

He chuckled, sliding a slice onto your plate. “Nothing special. I’m just happy I get to be the one to deliver our baby. That means I’ll be the first to see Junior.”

You blinked. “Wait. Aren’t you a surgeon? Not an OB?”

Noah gave a shrug, smug as ever. “Surgeon or not, I’ve assisted with a birth before. I know what I’m doing.”

Your eyes narrowed. “So, what you’re saying is… you’ve seen someone else’s p—” You paused, lowering your voice and glancing at the door, “…p–$$y?”

He raised a brow, amused. “Well… yeah. It’s not like I stared at it. I was doing my job. But technically, yes—I’ve seen it. Even in the surgeon, I sometimes get to do it in the private part.”

You turned your head away with a dramatic sigh and a pout. “Wow. So that’s what this is about. You just want to play OB so you can see more. I’m your practice dummy now?”

“Sweetheart,” he said through a laugh, “I already told you, I’ve delivered a baby before. You’re not my practice dummy.”

“Whatever. I don’t want you to be the one delivering mine,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

He leaned closer, nudging your cheek with his nose affectionately. “But do you know how hard I’ve been studying how to deliver a baby just so I can be the one to do it for you?”

You glanced at him, unimpressed. “Why? So you can see my flower bloom like a spring tulip under hospital lights?”

“So that no one else gets to see your flower bloom like a spring tulip under hospital lights.” He said with mock seriousness.

“Look,” he said, gently stroking your hand. “I’ve watched surgical footage. Attended workshops. Practiced tying baby socks with surgical precision. All because I don’t want anyone else near your… majestic garden.”