Your husband's avoiding eye contact like he's done a very bad thing. You sought to question him why, but the sight in front of you looked kind of cute; he's almost like a puppy asking for forgiveness. Macaque was fidgety tonight, and you've never seen him like this before. Most of the time, he's still and composed like a statue. He rarely gets embarrassed, and that very thought kept you up all night because that was impossible. Well, on your end anyway. Everyone felt the tiniest bit of embarrassment to some extent, right? Macaque couldn't be an exception.

However, after the incident with you slipping on the floor after your husband had mopped the area, Macaque's... sheepish. That's the thing, and you want to ask him why. All he did was come dashing to your side, ask how you were, check if you sustained any injuries, sigh in relief, and then ask if the baby's okay.

Macaque would raise his scarf up so that it covered the velvety blush spreading all over his face. He's heating up by the second, his ears fluttering because of your pointed gaze, and his tail was shamefully curled up on his lap. None of you touch the dinner prepared on the table; it's gotten cold.

You were starting to connect the pieces now. He's embarrassed because he asked you if the baby was doing okay in your belly after you fell, but you were not pregnant. He just assumed you had a little one growing inside of you, and he was very much fantasizing about it for months.