"Members of the board, our annual budgetary cuts suggests that by—"

"PARK CHANYEOL!!"

Chanyeol's practice speech is cut-off by a fuming, heavily pregnant man in loose green tracksuit waddling towards his general direction, a rolled bundle of papers clutched tightly in his hand. https://twitter.com/captionthiscb/status/1325598512873000960

Sehun, his audience of one and the next interim president, stands upright at the sound of Secretary Byun's angry voice, "Uh, should I go?"

"No. I won't be long," Baekhyun answers in his soft, angelic voice, almost as if he never barged inside the president's office glaring

and looking all murderous.

Baekhyun turns to face Chanyeol, eyebrows scrunched together and biting his lower lip.

"Do you hate our child? What is this? I reject this proposal!"

Baekhyun throws the bundle of papers he's holding at his desk, cluttering with all the other

documents haphazardly splayed in front of him.

The president massages his temples, sighing, "Baek, I have a presentation with the board this afternoon. I'll revised this proposal later, okay?"

"No, I need this right now. I'm having a lunch date with your parents later.

What am I supposed to say? Fix this, Chanyeol."

Not waiting for his husband to utter another word, Baekhyun turns to his heels and bolts (waddles) out of the door, a hand supporting his lower back because he's 34-weeks along and shouldn't really be exerting himself like this.

Baekhyun was much more amiable when he was just Byun Baekhyun, the efficient, Secretary to the President of the Park Industries.

But now, he's Park Baekhyun, the knocked-up, stay-at-home husband of the President of the Park Industries.

Admittedly, everything is Chanyeol's fault.

His beautiful husband isn't supposed to get pregnant by another year, they planned this damn it, but Chanyeol's raging libido and a faulty condom shatters all of their plans into pieces, and with it, Baekhyun's dream of managing

South Korea's Association of Secretaries and Administrative Professionals.

He was voted president but has to withhold and turn over his duties for at least two years the moment they found out he was carrying.

It's not that they're not happy or the least excited. No.

But Baekhyun is organized, he's a planner. And their nameless baby is not yet in the plan.

Which is why, in a last-ditch attempt to get back on his husband's good graces, Chanyeol is tasked to find the perfect name for their baby boy, the future and heir of Park Industries.

However, Baekhyun has been rejecting all of his suggestions by far, and it's already the fourth proposal he has rejected of the list of possible names he came up with.

Actually, make it five, if you count the one he has just thrown at Chanyeol's face.

"With all due respect, Mr. Park, but I'm actually with Baekhyun on this one," Sehun says from his side, reading the rejected proposal on his hand, "Do you hate your son Chanyeol?"

"What? Of course not."

"Jamiroquai. Vanderbilt. Rainbo—ooh, Rainbow sounds nice. Park Rainbow,"

Sehun shakes his head, focusing on the matter at hand,

"But going back, I understand why Baekhyun is so mad. Who the fuck names their child," he pauses, reading the last one on the list, "Agamemnon..."

Chanyeol doubles over with laughter, hitting the plush upholstery countless

of times to channel all his foolishness as he sits beside Sehun on the sofa. He definitely had his fun picking out all these ugly-ass names.

"It's the worst, right?"

"It's child abuse. Why are you not taking this seriously?"

"That's actually part of the plan. If Baekhyun thinks he's the only one with a plan here, well, just so he wait until I spring out the perfect baby name out of the blue."

"And that is?"

"Haneul," Chanyeol proudly says, thumping his chest.

But Sehun can see right through him.

"He has rejected that too, isn't he?"

Chanyeol's proud grin easily turns into a frown in a matter of seconds, banging his head on the backrest.

"He has rejected everything that I liked! Sejoo, Hoojun, Haru, even Chanhyun. Can you believe him?" Chanyeol groans.

Confused at how all these correlates, Sehun asks, "He doesn't like monosyllabic korean names nor a combination of yours, so instead you suggest horrible ones?"

He flicks the paper away so he can rub his wallowing friend's back.

Chanyeol springs back to life in an instant,

"See, that's the plan. I'm trying to bury the good ones under these horrible names so he'll realize that my previous suggestions, the ones that I actually liked, are infinitely better."

Sehun rubs his chin, contemplating, "Hmm, you're not the president of this company if you're

not smart. I'm proud of you."

The president only huffs as he stands up, straightening his wrinkled suit.

"My mother has been putting too much pressure on him to pick out a good name because according to her, his grandbaby is destined for greatness and soaring excellence,

that his name alone should reflect that fact."

"Welcome to the Park household, Secretary Byun."

Chanyeol sends a death glare at his friend before turning his back on him, striding towards the double doors.

"Hey, where are you going? Your speech?"

"That can wait. My lovely pregnant husband, cannot."



"I knew you'd be here."

Baekhyun flinches in surprise when he feels long arms snaking at his waist and pulling him backwards a sturdy chest. Chanyeol tangles his fingers together against his clothed round belly,

feeling their baby boy kick.

"See, he kicked you? He doesn't like the names too!" Baekhyun grumbles under his breath, placing his palms above his husband's own.

Chanyeol props his chin on his shoulder, sighing.

They're on the rooftop helipad of the company building,

standing above the bridge of the gigantic painted letter H on the ground.

It's the early morning, the sun is still hiding behind large puffs of clouds as they marvel at the scenic view before them; relatively tiny buildings cowering over the tall 60-story skyscraper that is the

Park Industries.

A particularly strong gush of wind nips at their faces, making the pregnant man in Chanyeol's arms shiver visibly.

Chanyeol tightens his hold, but not too tight, so as not too agitate the kicking baby boy in his husband's womb.

"Do you know why I liked the name Haneul for our firstborn?"

Baekhyun shakes his head, leaning all his weight against his chest. Chanyeol lands a soft peck on his plump cheek.

"Because Haneul means the sky, right? Every time I look up at the sky, I always think of you."

Baekhyun only scoffs but leans more into the touch, as Chanyeol is now nosing on the skin that he just previously kissed.

"You're not gonna worm your way into my favor with your cheesy lines, Yeollie.”

“Hmm, but that’s not only it. Whenever I look at the sky, I’m reminded of that time when I first fell in love with you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Remember your first day as my secretary? You were so pissed at me because I’m this cutthroat CEO who yelled at you when you lost the briefing

documents for the company’s merger.

Which, as it turned out, I’m the one who misplaced the documents. I found it on my car when I was about to go home while you stayed in the office all night to re-do everything.

Then the next day, I was meaning to apologize to you for yelling

so I searched for you all over the floor, until I found you here, in the rooftop, screaming at the sky on how much you hate me and my guts and that you’re never going to resign no matter how much I try to make your life difficult."

Chanyeol chuckles as Baekhyun turns to face him,

“You saw that? Oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Chanyeol pushes his fringe to the side, “I fell in love with you because you’re this feisty little tiger who will never back down. It’s what attracted me to you.”

Baekhyun closes his eyes as Chanyeol rubs their noses together, huddling close to each other for warmth.

“So, Agamemnon?”

Baekhyun hits him lightly in the chest, grinning, “I cannot believe you.”

Then he loops his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and goes on his tippy toes, kissing his husband hard, open-mouthed and all tongue.

His baby bump rubs on the fabric of Chanyeol’s suit and they both feel their baby boy kick again.

Both laughing on the kiss, Baekhyun slowly pulls back to look his husband in the eye as he says,

“I think Haneul likes his name.”