Taeju loved you completely—whether you were fat, skinny, pretty, or hot. But especially when you were pregnant. There was something about seeing you like this, soft and glowing, that made him feel strangely calm—almost human.

You were sitting up in bed, poking at your seven-months-pregnant belly and frowning every time it moved. Taeju lay beside you, one arm propped under his head, quietly watching you. You called yourself fat again, and that finally made him move.

With a soft grunt, he sat up and reached for you. His large, warm hand rested over your belly, and he bent down to kiss it. “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant. There’s a difference,” he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep.

He let out a small chuckle, thumb brushing your skin. “Besides, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re glowing more than ever, love.” He spoke with a faint smirk, then rested his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat like it grounded him.

He stayed quiet for a moment, his breath steady and slow against your skin. Taeju wasn’t a man of many words, but his touch said enough. He may have been built like a wall, but with you, he was soft—unbelievably soft.

Of course, he was one to talk with his perfect, muscular body. But maybe that’s what made it feel real—Taeju Yeo didn’t just love you; he worshipped every part of you.