"OH MY GOD!"

Saeyoung dropped his headphones and sprinted into the kitchen, tripping over cables on the way. He shouldn't have left her alone, he chided himself angrily. Not when she was almost nine months pregnant. He was such an idiot-! He skidded to a stop once he reached the tile floors. To his horror, he found his wife doubled over.

"IS IT THE BABY ARE YOU IN LABOR SHOULD I CALL THE AMBULANCE WHAT'S HAPPENING TALK TO ME-"

He stopped mid-sentence and stood straight. There she was, not in labor, looking very sad as she stared at the ground where a single pickle resided. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, lip quivering.

She pointed at the ground, then to her pregnant belly. "It fell and I couldn't get it."

Saeyoung blinked, a wave of relief washing over him. "You mean- you're okay?"

She started to tear up. "No, Saeyoung, I'm not! Look: I can't even pick up this pickle!" She sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "And it's just sitting there mocking me and-"

"Oh, oh, babe." Saeyoung rushed to her side and crouched to rub her back. With one hand he tilted her chin up to face him, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay. I'm sorry I upset you..." He glanced down at the discarded vegetable. "...and that you dropped your pickle."

She sniffed. "Thanks. Pickles are evil."

"That they are." Saeyoung nodded and rubbed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away tears. She smiled softly. "There she is: my smiling girl."

She giggled and Saeyoung helped her stand. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, careful not to put pressure on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. There was a content silence, in which they just embraced happily. And then-

"Saeyoung?"

"Hm?"

"...Can you please pick up my pickle?"