It’s day three of their seven-day stretch. Jongdae eyes Yifan as the latter stands around, talking to Jia and hovering around Lu Han like he’s the sun and he’s some unknown planet in his beloved galaxy. Lu Han himself isn’t even doing anything and Jongdae thinks it’s somewhat cute? He’s just getting on some vital signs in a few charts before pulling up the internet to look at he doesn’t know what.   Jia leaves to check on her patient after a few minutes and Jongdae goes back to staring at Yifan, now looking lost and slightly turning in circles trying to find something to do. Jongdae feels like he knows why Yifan has been hovering around Lu Han all night, but he can’t think of it right now.   “Yifan,” Lu Han croaks out, still staring at the computer while he does his charge nurse thing, “Can you check on the patient in 29? Amber went to go get our food for the night with Zitao.”   Oh, that’s why.   “Okay,” Yifan easily says, going to a computer to see what the patient originally came in for before leaving and checking up on them.   Yifan’s hovering around Lu Han because he’s sick – all croaky, hoarse voice and everything. And Jongdae thinks it’s incredibly sweet.   “They’re doing okay,” Yifan reports when he gets back, finally looking around to someone other than his husband and sees Jongdae staring at him. It’s pretty dead in the ER at this time, and he raises a brow as Lu Han tries to make a sound of acknowledgment but it comes out as some weird choking croak instead. He looks at the back of his husband’s head worriedly before moving over to sit next to Jongdae. “What’s up?”   Jongdae just continues to stare at him before looking around him to Lu Han, and then back again. “You love him, huh?” He knows it’s an unexpected question, but he can’t help asking it.   “What?” Yifan asks, definitely caught off-guard.   “You heard me.”   “I do,” Yifan easily says, staring at him oddly, “Why do you ask?”   Jongdae shrugs, turning to look at his computer this time. “You two are just kinda really cute.”   “Thanks?”   “Also,” Jongdae says, almost sounding like he’s going to state a hardcore fact, “Why would you be the female between you two?”   “Have you seen hi-m?!” Lu Han shouts out, suddenly tuning into their conversation and turning around to point a finger at his husband. He doesn’t acknowledge the crack in his voice.   “I still do not understand this conversation at all,” Yifan deadpans, side-eyeing his husband. “I would prefer not to carry our child around for nine months.”   “Well too bad,” Lu Han continues to croak out despite how terrible he sounds, now switching to Mandarin because of his anger, “Just because I look more feminine if I put makeup on doesn’t mean I am willing or will ever let you portray me as a woman.”   Yifan sighs at the telltale sign of Lu Han gearing himself up for his usual rant about people effeminizing him just because of his looks. “I know, Han. You are just as manly a man as Jongdae and I,” Jongdae perks up at his name, understanding that much in the Chinese language, “I am not insinuating anything that would make you feminine at all.”   Jongdae watches as Lu Han huffs before turning back around to his computer to do his thing. “What just happened?” he whispers cautiously, tugging on Yifan’s sleeve to get his attention.   Yifan sighs again, but this time, in defeat. He closes his eyes as he tilts his head back to lean against his chair. “Apparently, I will be carrying our unborn child around for nine months.”   “What?” Jongdae asks, surprised, “Really?”   “Yup,” Yifan says with a shrug before getting up to punch the large button on the wall to open the ambulance bay doors when they hear the doorbell ring.   Jongdae looks at him with wide eyes before quickly getting up and walking over to Lu Han, peering down over his shoulder to see a small, affectionate smile on his face. He doesn’t understand what happened between them in Chinese, but when Lu Han looks up at him with the same smile, he can’t help but throw his arms around his shoulders to bring him in for a tight, warm hug. “He really loves you,” he whispers in Lu Han’s ear, and it has the elder laughing.   “