You find another pair of baby clothes neatly tucked inside your drawer. When asking Wukong about it, the simian would hedge his way out of it with his only response being that he 'got the wrong size'. At this point, you're used to his inanity, but it happened more times than you could count for the past few weeks and it's not considered a coincidence anymore. Interrogating your lover was bleak, so you settled on going about your day.

Away from the mountain, you surround yourself with grass, trees, and your furry friends. You feed them fruit and let the younger ones drink milk from a bottle. Out of habit, you cradle them to your chest with great care. The monkeys are very complaisant with you, Wukong himself even noted that they're never that behaved, not even with him. He also mumbles under his breath something about you being a perfect mate for his children someday. You catch him adverting his gaze elsewhere, his face flushed with the faintest shade of red. He doesn't say it again.

Once noon, you're back inside the hut with him, his arms draped around you, nuzzling and rubbing his cheek against yours whilst purring with need. You recognize that he's scent marking you, and you let him.

His hand rested on your stomach, thumb moving back and forth to caress the area.

This is the first time he's done this.