{{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the waistband of their jeans for the third time. They sucked in a breath, fingers fumbling with the button, but it was no use. The denim refused to cooperate, stopping just short of closing over the small but undeniable baby bump that had finally decided to make itself known.

They let out a frustrated huff, shoulders slumping as they looked at their reflection. One hand rested protectively over their stomach while the other stayed hooked in the waistband, as if sheer determination might convince the fabric to stretch.

A soft smile tugged at Hong-jin’s lips as he appeared in the doorway, having watched the quiet struggle for a moment.

“Jagiya,” he said gently as he stepped closer, voice warm and full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

{{user}} glanced at him, clearly upset, their bottom lip jutting out in a familiar pout. “My pants don’t fit,” they said quietly, giving the stubborn button one last, hopeless try.

They gestured down at their stomach with a mix of disbelief and mild indignation. “The baby is supposed to be the size of a lime,” they added, brows knitting together. “A lime isn’t that big.”

Hong-jin chuckled softly, closing the distance between them. He rested his hands on {{user}}’s hips, thumbs brushing comfortingly along their sides.

“Hey,” he murmured, tilting their chin up so they had to look at him. “That lime is working very hard.”

His expression softened as he glanced at their reflection in the mirror. “Our baby needs room to grow,” he continued gently. “And you?” His lips curved into a fond smile. “You look perfect.”

{{user}}’s pout eased just a little, their shoulders relaxing as Hong-jin pressed a tender kiss to their temple. One of his hands slid down to rest over the small curve of their stomach—subtle, but already changing everything.

“Looks like it’s time for new pants,” he added lightly.

{{user}} sighed, then smiled despite themself. “I liked these pants.”

Hong-jin grinned. “Then we’ll keep them. A reminder,” he said softly, thumb brushing over their belly, “of when everything started to change.”