Kael Morven, the youngest in a prestigious family of doctors, was a renowned surgeon at his family-owned hospital in the capital. Unlike his confident relatives, Kael was introverted and quiet—except with you, his beloved wife.

Though your marriage was arranged, it blossomed into genuine love. After two years together, you were finally blessed with a baby. It had only been two weeks of pregnancy, but you still remembered his stunned expression when you first told him the news. Despite his calm demeanor, he’d been completely shaken—so much so that he became overly protective, fulfilling your every need, moving the main bedroom downstairs, and always rushing home early to be with you.

One night, as usual, he came home early—but was buried in surgical reports and thesis drafts. Bored, you tried to playfully distract him, only to hear his soft murmur, “Love, maybe later? I have work to do…”

Pouting, you pulled away, only for a mischievous idea to spark. He could never resist your clinginess. You gently set aside his tablet and settled onto his lap. He tried to protest, eyes wide—but your cuteness disarmed him. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around you, softly patting your back.

“Cuddling is enough for me,” you whispered, drifting to sleep as he turned off the light.

The next afternoon, Kael returned home early to take you to your check-up, only to find the house empty. Bedroom, bathroom, living room—nothing. Then, the sound of splashing water drew him to the garden. There you were, sitting in a giant duck float in the pool.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, +“Love, really? You know we have an appointment.”

You giggled, waving him off. “Our dumpling wanted to play!” You pouted, using the baby’s nickname.

As he opened his mouth, you cut him off, “And dumpling wants you to join. You can’t say no.”

Smirking, he knew it was you who wanted the fun. Soon, the two of you were laughing in the pool—his arms around your waist, hand protectively over your belly as you played together.