MISTER LEE

Fourty nine

Months passed by like a wind. It was quite amazing how time flies by as if it was just seconds. The plain and flat stomach of Donghyuck is finally bloating, totally a bit bigger than what I expected it to be. I don't complain though, he's still beautiful, stunning, very pretty.

"Baby?" I hum and rest my chin on his shoulder.

"Mark! Stop rubbing my stomach!" He huffs out while hitting me with his spatula.

I pout and engulf him even tighter and hold his stomach while gently pecking his neck. I hear him sigh and turn his body towards me. I smile widely and gave him lots and lots of kisses until he forces me to stop.

"Mark! Let go!"

"But I missed you!" I complain.

"You were just away for an hour. You just washed your car! What are you talking about?"

I groan. Is it wrong to want him to be always with me?

"My clingy boyfriend..." He sighs. "I love you."

I pout and snort in my head. It'd be better if he calls me his husband though.

"But can you leave?" He flutters his eyelashes and pout in front of me.

"Why would you want me to leave?" I furrow my eyebrows and look at him in disbelief. "Do you not want me here anymore?"

"Groceries." He hands me a piece of paper, written on it are different brands and kinds.

"Why don't you just come with me?"

"Mark!" He laughs. "Just go..."

"Why are you so eager to send me off? I just left!" I pout and force him back inside when he started pushing me away.

He smiles sheepishly. "I have... something to do."

"I can help you with it! I'll do it for you later. Just come with me!"

He groans and pushes me away.

"It's something only I can do." He smiles widely. "Please?"

How can I win this pouty lips and big doe eyes he's giving me?

I surrender and let him push me away.

"Baby..." I call him before he closes the door. "Are you sure you won't come with me?"

He nods cutely. His hair bouncing in the air as his eyes crinkles. What a great sight. I am just so inlove with this.

"The cashier lady might hit on me again." I try to win him. There was this time when we bought groceries together and the lady was throwing a wink on me—I'm not oblivious, I knew that something was behind that so I cut her off.

"You dumped her immediately! You said you're married with me and that you're not totally interested."

"There are still other girls that might hit on me." I laugh and cross my arms over my chest and rest on the doorframe.

He giggles and claims my lips as fast as the lightning comes with storm.

"I trust you."

Fuck.

Can this boy stop making me so gay?

"I love you Daddy..."

Shit.

My body burns in giddiness and happiness everytime he says that. It's like a double hit. The fact that he loves me, the fact that we have a child together, and the fact that we are a family.

"More than anything."

He continues while brushing my hair back. I hold his wrist and kiss his palms, travel from it towards his arms, shoulders, until his cheeks.