Ace of Hearts

Nerves

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Sniffing the bouquet Sehun hopped from one foot to the other elated. Couldn't wait to see Namjoo's reaction when he surprised her with the unexpected.

Hiding the flowers at his back, he pushed the door open. "I'm home!"

He expected to hear Namjoo racing down the stairs preparing to fly into his arms or a chair scraping against the floor as she left the table to peek through the kitchen doorway.

Nothing.

He blinked surprised.

"Namjoo?" he called out further walking in. Closing the door, he took a peek into the kitchen. The dining table was barren, abandoned like no one lived here.

"Hello? Wifey?" he continued to call. Heading upstairs he went in search of Namjoo. Almost expected to find her napping on the bed.

No one.

He whirled around trying not to let the worst scenario pop into his head. In love now Namjoo had no reason to disappear without warning. Touching his phone, he dialed her number as he raced downstairs.

No one was home. Not a living soul found.

Scurrying out the door racing down the stone pathway Sehun listened to the phone ring continuously.

He tried again.

Namjoo wasn't picking up.

Where the hell was she?!

Tightly gripping the flowers, he raced toward the manor, bursting through the door with energy. Someone would have the answer to his question. Mom. Dad. One of the housekeepers.

Someone!

Crossing the hall, passing the plush sun room he increased pace hearing voices. His parents erratically chatting. Mom cracking up at something she thought humorous. He didn't care who was over, what they were talking about, what was going on. He needed to find Namjoo. Needed to know where she was, whom she was with, and why she hadn't said anything to him!

Heads turned when he skidded in the doorway huffing. Half smiles planted on their faces; surprise etched in their eyes.

"Sehun, you're home?" his mother called out.

Uncle and Aunt Na were over. Sitting adjacent his parents. Matching teacups out on the table separating the couples.

"Come join us," his father gestured for him to take a seat.

"You seem quite in a hurry," Uncle Na commented. "Come take a seat and tell us how you've been doing."

"Yes," Aunt Na pitched. "Come sit. How is work? And the baby?"

Chuckling happily, his father said, "Look at him. Such a romantic. I'm afraid he spoils our daughter-in-law too much."

Obeying, Sehun slid onto the seat across his parents.

"The beginning of marriage is always like this," Aunt Na said eyeing her husband. To him, "The sweetness disappears once the child comes."

"Now, now, don't spoil it for them," his mother softly chided. "Let them enjoy this happiness. The children must be a different story, because we haven't seen them once since the marriage. Right, son?"

He offered a tiny smile. Couldn't really tell his mother the actual events that had occurred between him and Namjoo. What things had led up to this point or that they'd just recently started trying to make that baby real.

Or that Namjoo was four months behind the real birth date.

Sehun twisted around at the noise of giggling. A man's voice and the very familiar sound of a female that may just be his missing wife. Then appearing from the doorway carrying grocery bags was Namjoo. And Hwayi.