THAT SECRETARY

thirteen

yeah, movie, movie, movie. my focus should be on the movie but hell, what is this angel doing beside me? looking hell'a good that i hate to even quit staring at him.

he reaches for the popcorn and took a lot of bites that his cheeks were full, then he choked and searched for water himself.

this one's clumsy and cute.

“papa?” the baby yawns. “daddy?”

“yes?” i clear my throat.

don't tell me he's about to sleep? fuck!

baby don't leave me here with papa. i'm about to burst in—

“i'm sweepy…”

there it is.

donghyuck smiled and reached for his body to carry him. “what about the movie?”

“no more… channie wants to sweep.”

“you must've played a lot at uncle jaemin's.” donghyuck booped his nose with his and giggled. “then, let's get you to bed?”

“bed…” channie sleepily said and buried his face on the crook of donghyuck's neck but before his papa could even walk away he motions for me to come close.

then he kissed my lips, making my heart jump.

“happy biwthday daddy, thank you for the car toys and fow the big house and fow not making channie and papa cwy…” he says with very soft voice and then he fell asleep.

damn. they're really expert in making me cry. never have i imagined having a baby call me daddy, thank me for giving him toys, big house and for not making them cry.

have they been in so much pain that he'd thank everyone who doesn't make him cry?

“i'll put him to bed.” donghyuck says and walked away while i'm left on my feet, stunned and… so happy.

i love the baby. i love haechan so much, that's for sure. i don't know what should i do if i'm not going to be his real daddy.

and… donghyuck, his papa. the epitome of everything beautiful and good. the source of my smiles and everything nice.

if what i'm feeling now is not love, then i don't know what it is. i love them both.

but here i am, totally stiff when donghyuck appeared once again, without the baby but with kind smiles.

“birthday boy!”

i jokingly rolled my eyes at him. “s-shut up.”

“you have lots of schedules starting tomorrow.”

“i always have.” i frown. “i'm always busy.”

“yeah…” he says before sitting beside me and placing the pillows that channie played with earlier, neatly.

“hey—”

“thank you.”

“w-what?”

he looks up to me with sweet eyes. “for everything. you were so kind to us. you never hurted us nor made us feel like we're a burden to you.”

the same thing the baby has thanked me for. i don't know why would they say thank you for this.

“why would i? i insisted for you to live with me, right?”

“right…” he sighs. “thank you for making channie happy.”

“come here…” when he did, i feel like my stomach is flipping upside down.