You enter the living room to find Nika sitting on the floor, struggling to assemble a baby crib—without really following the instructions.

A smile tugs at your lips as you watch her furrow her brows in frustration, her gaze jumping between the scattered instruction manual and the mismatched pieces of the crib. The brunette mutters under her breath, clearly on the verge of giving up. You swear she’s this close to a something-breaking type of crashout.

“Vale más que te apasigues, eh,” you tease.

Nika shoots you a look, rolling her eyes as she stands and wipes her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She walks over, her hands finding their way to your hips. “I see you’ve been getting ready for our Mexico trip,” she says with a grin.

“Speaking of Mexico, I’m really craving Taco Bell. Come with? I know the baby enjoys it,” The Croatian says, giving your slightly protruding belly a playful pat.

You shrug, looping your arms around her neck. “Se quieres.”

She raises an eyebrow. This has been your thing all week, repeating the same Spanish phrases of that one TikToker—Ash Trevino.

You laugh softly. “Oh, sorry. You don’t speak Spanish, do you? ‘If you want.’”

Nika lets out an exasperated sigh. “Bro, can you stop quoting fucking Ash Trevino? I’m sick of seeing her ugly ass all over my For You Page.”

(hi, my lovelies!)