His Angel

Epilogue

Yoongi's POV

Walking into the entrance to my home dressed in head-to-toe in Tom Ford. Looking every bit the part of a powerful CEO. The first thing I do is slip on a pair of house shoes and tiptoe to the back of the house and into my room to change. Carrying my Tom Ford double strap boots in my hand. Stripping off my suit and tie and replacing them with my Dad uniform. Once I am in my sweat and tee shirt I have effectively put away Yoongi the CEO and Suga away for the night. Right now I get to be my favorite person Yoongi the father and husband.

Not many people ever see me this relaxed, but I don't need to be on guard for anything more than a flying toy. I can hear my boys way before I see them. The youngest members of my family are by far the loudest and most opinionated. But there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. The boys are now fourteen months old and so much has changed. They can climb like monkeys and walk with confidence. They communicate with each other in their own little language. They can say a few words now very clearly. Like mama and dada but also yes and no. They don't always use them correctly but they use them.

Standing in the doorway to the room I look to see what kind of chaos is waiting for me. My dad is sitting on the floor with the boys with tears streaming down his face. Dae-Jung has a fist full of my dad's beard and is using it to bring his face closer to his little one so they can talk. Dae-Hyun is squealing with laughter bouncing and clapping his hands as he watches his brother with his grandfather. I walk into the room making my way over to help my father. "Don't help him. He can do it. Isn't that right love?" The smile on her face is enough to get me to redirect myself to the vacant sliding chair in the room. My father attempts to shoot my mother a dirty look from the ground. Must be hard since Dae-Hyun now has a fist full of his chain.

I have never seen anyone smile while being attacked before, but he is. "Yoongi, get out." Looking up at my mother she must be able to tell I am confused. She pulls me up out of my chair by my hand and begins to push me towards the door. "Go spend some time with your wife. The old man's got this." I don't need to be told twice. Walking out of the boys' room I can hear my dad calling me a trader. "And who are you calling old woman?!?!"

I love my father, but he made her made on his own. Besides, it's not like he never left me on my own to deal with my mom. She has that 'I'm teaching a lesson' look on he face. I am not in the mood to learn a lesson, but I am in the mood to be with my wife. I am not about to pass up a chance to spend time alone with her. Leaving my father with my mother to face the music. I leave to go look for my wife.

I find her in the kitchen setting the table for two. I could smell the roasted chicken and vegetables on the table before I saw it. She set the table with candles tonight. It set the mood and made the night feel more intimate. It feels fantastic to have her to myself, at least for a little while. I love our boys, but they take so much of her time that I am lucky if we even share a bed. There have been plenty of nights that I had to carry her to bed from the nursey. Pulling her chair out for her before I sat at the table to enjoy the meal she made.

"Thank you, Angel. This smells amazing." We try to eat together every night. But we rarely get the chance to take our time to savor the meal. Taking my first bite of chicken, I almost danced with enjoyment. The flavors exploded in my mouth just like my wife would be later. "You don't need to be so extra sir, but you're welcome." Laughing at me she looks beautiful. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like this. She smiles at the boys and me all the time but it always looks a little tired. "How was work?" The last thing I want is to do is have small talk. I want to bend her over the table and work on a sibling. I'm not sure how long we are going to have a babysitter and I don't want to waste a second. But I'm going to let her have this moment.

"It was a pretty decent day. I got a few loose ends tied up. However, we still have some numbers that are not adding up on a proposal that was turned in today." She nods and offers up a few suggestions. She begins to tell me about her day with the boys today. I nod at the appropriate times but I'm not really paying attention. For the first time in days, I can sit and look my fill at her. With her hair thrown up in some kind of frizzy fluffy bun. She is dressed in her new go-to outfit of leggings and a stained tee shirt.