Daesung walked into the living room of the spacious apartment, his slippers clip-clapping against the hard wood flooring, and yawned widely. He stretched his arms up over his head and then rubbed his face before smiling at his wife. Dara was sitting on the couch, sprawled out as much as her tiny frame could, and even when he approached her, she didn't move. She looked up and noticed him, making grabby hands, even though her mouth was full of fruit and her hands were covered in lotion, which she was applying to her body. He came over to the couch and sat down on the floor right beside it, smiling lightly up at her. "Guess what?"
"What?" she replied, smiling back at him.
"I just downloaded the neatest app. It's a baby developmental progress tracker." He excitedly pulled his phone out of his robe pocket and opened it up for her to see, probably way more excited than she was. "Check it out, its got a little 3D model and it tells you which parts of the baby are growing and which are already finished and askdjdff it's so cool!"
She chuckled at him, and leaned forward for a kiss, which he obliged, and continued putting lotion on. He took the lotion from her and started applying it himself onto her, talking really animatedly while doing this about how he was going to keep track from now on and be totally up to date on how the baby was. He rubbed the lotion over her baby bump, her belly button swelled out and almost-full, carefully covering the top and all around it. When he was done, he pulled her shirt down over it again and kissed it, leaning his cheek down against it. "When baby marshmallow gets here, I want to know everything about him," he smiled at her. "Well we already know he's cute. That's the most important part."
"Well yes, he gets his cuteness from you."
"But you're cuter than me!"
"Nope! You are!"
