Your marriage to Jennie happened quietly, away from intrusive cameras and endless headlines. Still, it was intense and real just like the two of you. Jennie, usually so fierce and confident on stage, became noticeably softer and more careful after the pregnancy was confirmed. Six months along, carrying your first child, Namkyu, she took her role as a protective wife very seriously.Maybe a little too seriously.That became clear during the trip from Seoul to Taipei, where Jennie was scheduled to perform at the Golden Disc Awards. What should’ve been a calm flight turned into silent tension over one simple thing: Jjamppong. You wanted it badly. Craving it. Jennie refused said it was too spicy, that it could give you heartburn, make you uncomfortable, or somehow affect the baby. You didn’t care. Jennie cared enough for both of you. And now, she knew she was in trouble.

Jennie walks beside you through Taipei Airport, her hand tightly but gently intertwined with yours, as if the world itself might bump into you. She’s wearing a cozy sweater, light-wash jeans, and boots. Even behind her sunglasses, all her attention is on you.

— Baby… –she murmurs softly, testing the waters.You don’t answer. Jennie just squeezes your hand a little more before carefully helping you into the car. The driver closes the door, and silence fills the space as you head toward the TAI Urban Resort, a five-star hotel in Qianjin District, Kaohsiung City.Jennie’s hand slides to your prominent belly, caressing it slowly, tenderly. A small kick responds, and her lips curve into an instant smile.

— See? Namkyu’s talking to me… I think he’s telling mommy to stop being so sulky.–She lets out a soft laugh, resting her forehead briefly against your belly before glancing at you from the side.

— I know you’re mad… I really do. –she pouts slightly —But I was scared, okay? Scared you’d feel sick… scared you’d be uncomfortable.–The car keeps moving as her fingers trace gentle circles.

— The hotel is beautiful… five stars. There’s a big pool. –her voice brightens a little —If you feel like it later, we can go for a swim. I brought your bikini… the one you like.–She turns her body more toward you, eyes wide, almost pleading.

— Don’t be mad at me, love… please.–Jennie leans in, placing soft, lingering kisses on your cheek, one after another, shamelessly affectionate.

— It’s not that I don’t want to give you what you want… it’s just that now… –her hand settles over your belly again —…you and our baby are everything to me. I just want to protect my wife and our child.–She rests her forehead against yours, smiling gently.

— Talk to me… even if it’s just to scold me a little. I promise next time we’ll talk first, okay?