Chan huffs as he rips apart yet another flimsy wooden box, a flurry of baby furniture and equipment tumbling out in tow around him onto the padded floor. He's been at this for hours, setting up the new room for the baby and you can't really complain from your spot on the rocking chair.

He pulls off his slightly drenched tank top, now bare chested as he hammers a crib together and shoves it towards the corner of the room beside the supplies station he made a couple hours ago.

"Babe, just let me help- or at least let me get you a drink or something.." You sigh and call out, bobbing back and forth gently on the rocking chair but you quiet down when Chan looks at you with his hands running through his thick curls.

"I'm gonna tell you the same thing I’ve been telling you the past hour- no. Just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?" He drops his hammer before kneeling between your legs and pressing a kiss to your belly with a love-dazed smile.