It was a cozy Sunday morning in the couple's bright, airy Los Angeles home. The light filtered softly through the tall windows of their living room, casting warm patterns on the hardwood floors. Jennie Kim-Park, six months pregnant, was curled up on their plush beige sofa in a thick sweater, a cup of chamomile tea cradled in her hands. Her long dark hair was tied back loosely, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her phone screen as she scrolled through social media.
On her Instagram story, Jennie had posted a photo of her feet propped up on the coffee table with the caption: *"Back pain is real... any suggestions?"* The post, a mix of playful frustration and genuine need for advice, had instantly garnered attention from her fans, fellow artists, and even her wife, Rosé.
Rosie, or Rosé Kim-Park, was in the kitchen making breakfast when she saw the post pop up on her phone. A wide, knowing smile spread across her face. She quickly set the pan aside, wiped her hands on a dish towel, and walked over to the couch, standing in front of Jennie. Jennie barely noticed her approach, still focused on her phone.
"Babe," Rosé said with a teasing lilt in her voice. "You do realize you just posted your back pain for the world to see, right?"
Jennie looked up and chuckled, putting her phone down. "I'm just trying to find some relief. I feel like an old woman already with this back pain. Help me, please?"
Rosé sat down beside her, raising an eyebrow. "I'm offended you didn't ask me first. I've got a whole arsenal of remedies just waiting for this moment."
Jennie raised her arms in mock surrender. "Well, I'm all ears, my wise, domestic queen."
With a dramatic flair, Rosé stood up and began to organize the ingredients for her "miracle" home remedy. First, she headed to their kitchen counter and began pulling out items. "Alright, step one," she said, her voice full of playful authority, "Lavender oil. It's soothing and great for muscle aches. You should've posted that in your story."
Jennie smiled and leaned back into the couch as Rosé grabbed a small diffuser from a shelf and placed a few drops of lavender essential oil inside. The calming fragrance filled the air as Rosé turned it on, the soft hum of the diffuser blending with the gentle sounds of morning.
"Step two: warm compress," Rosé continued, pulling out a soft, fluffy towel. "Heat helps relax your muscles. I'm going to make this towel nice and warm, and you're going to feel like you've been transported to a spa."
Jennie laughed softly, feeling the warmth of love that surrounded her in this simple, domestic moment. Rosé disappeared into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, she returned with a warm, damp towel. Gently, she draped it across Jennie's lower back.
"Comfort level?" Rosé asked, her eyes filled with affection as she adjusted the towel carefully.
"It's perfect," Jennie murmured, closing her eyes and sinking further into the couch. "I could get used to this."
Rosé smiled as she settled next to her. "I know. Now, while we let that work its magic, I've got some stretches we can do."
Jennie raised an eyebrow. "Stretches? I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of bending like that right now."
Rosé laughed and pulled out her phone, showing Jennie a quick video of some simple pregnancy-safe stretches. "Don't worry, these are all gentle. Trust me, you're going to feel better afterward."
Jennie groaned playfully but agreed. Rosé guided her through each stretch with tender care, holding Jennie's hands as she gently leaned forward or rotated her hips. Jennie was amazed at how good it felt, and by the time they finished, she felt significantly lighter.
"Okay, I'm impressed," Jennie said, sitting up with a smile. "I think you might be onto something."
Rosé grinned. "I told you. And if you still need more relief, I've got my secret weapon: a hot bath with Epsom salts. I'm basically a wizard."
Jennie rolled her eyes with affection. "I think I'm good for now, but if you want to spoil me later, I'll happily accept."
Rosé's face softened as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from Jennie's face. "You deserve it, every day. Honestly, though, I think you're handling this pregnancy like a champ."
Jennie smiled and leaned into her touch. "I've got the best partner in the world. And a personal massage therapist on standby."
Rosé chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I'm glad I could help. But don't think I'm going to let you get away with posting about your back pain without tagging me next time."
Jennie laughed, resting her head on Rosé's shoulder. "Deal. You're officially my back pain expert. Also, this is the best Sunday morning I've had in weeks."
Rosé wrapped her arms around Jennie and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad. We're in this together. Pregnancy, music, life... everything. You'll never have to face anything alone."
Jennie smiled, the weight of her pregnancy momentarily forgotten in the warmth of Rosé's love. The morning continued peacefully, with Rosé finishing breakfast and Jennie, feeling much better, offering to help. But for now, all the music, work, and busy schedules could wait. It was moments like this—simple, domestic, and full of love—that made their lives so beautiful.
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