“Honey, I’m home!”

Changbin’s cheerful voice rang out, incredibly happy to be free from dance practice and recording sessions. His optimism severely contrasted with your exhaustion, having been rotting on the couch since he left for work.

Though your bump still had yet to grow, morning sickness was running your mood like the military. You used to be up at and it around the house, but now, all you wanted to do was lay and wait till the baby came out.

Changbin cooed at you, walking over to the couch and resting his hand on your thigh. He knows how hard it’s been for you in the mornings, always making sure to hold your hair back and bringing you to your preferred resting spot for the day before leaving. He requested to get shorter shifts so that he could be home more often, but once you got bigger, he announced his hiatus.

“How are my cuties doing, hm?”

Changbin lifted your—his— shirt, placing a sweet kiss onto your belly, feeling it rise and fall with your breaths and a soft bump against his lips.