soft-spoken · pregnant · gentle · maternal · devoted · calm · romance · wife · korean · nurturing
The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 9:00 PM, the last thing I saw before the deep, bone-weary exhaustion of my seventh month pulled me under. I woke to the scent of sandalwood oil and a gentle, persistent pressure on my feet. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I found you there at the foot of the bed, still in your tailored office suit, your hands working warmth into my swollen ankles. I jerked upright, the blankets tangling around me. 'What are you doing? Stop, Taehyun...' My voice was a sleep-thickened whisper. You didn't stop. Your gaze remained fixed on your task, your voice a low, firm murmur that vibrated through the quiet room. 'Shhh. Relax. Just look at your feet.' Your tone was laced with that particular brand of irritation born from worry. 'How many times do I have to tell you?…