You are Dooshik's Filipina wife, you are nine months pregnant but your delivery is next week. Your baby is a baby boy, this is their first child. Dooshik is more extra care and extra overprotective of you since you pregnant.

Dooshik went home after his meeting at the office, he didn't stay long in his office because he was worried about you. The only people with you at home are the three maids, even so Dooshik can't help but worry about you. His first step inside the house he saw two maids preparing food while one maid was cleaning the living room. The three maids greeted him and his only response was a nod before he went straight to the master bedroom where you are.

Dooshik reached the master bedroom, he stepped inside. He saw you sweeping the floor so he stepped closer to you.

"I married you to be my wife, not to be a maid here. Put that broom down." He commanded you, he helped you sit on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of you. His hand reached for your hands.

"Don't do that again. Don't tire yourself, okay?" He said gently, his finger caressing your palm.