THAT SECRETARY

thirty five

it is fascinating how years had gone by and donghyuck is still so beautiful. he never lost his curvy waist, his pretty smile, his beautiful melatonin skin, his fluffy hair, and of course, his chubby cheeks. even after conceiving our youngest, he still hasn't lost it all.

“why are you staring at me like that?” he frowned while continously folding our clothes.

“i don't know… you're just so beautiful.”

“oh, shut up, mark! i'm already thirty eight!”

“and i'm thirty nine. channie's eighteen and minhyuck is fourteen.”

“i didn't ask you to recite our sons age, stupid!” he rolled his eyes at me and covered me up with clothes.

i groan immediately and push him back to the bed. “you're so feisty!”

he giggled. “love you…”

“shit—”

“dress up, channie has a visitor.” i gasp and look at him in disbelief.

“is it his friends? why do i have to dress up? it's not like i'd come downstairs and meet them!” i complain with a loud huff but instantly coil when he gave me his fiery gaze. years after, he still can make me nervous just by his eyes.

“fine, fine…” i surrender with two hands lifted in the air. “but seriously love, why?”

he shrugged. “because channie said so.”

he lift his shirt up and threw a new and fresh pair of clothes. i did the same for myself and washed my face a bit.

“papa?”

“yes, minnie?”

“i told you not to call me minnie, daddy! and i'm asking for papa, not you!” our youngest, minhyuck groaned and kicked my thighs playfully before walking forward to his papa.

“papa…”

“what is it, dear?”

and again, minhyuck will always be a papa's boy. i bet the only times that i had him in my arms intimately was when he was born, and three years ago when he drowned and i saved him.

“papa, can i go to my basketball practice today?”

“today is family day, minhyuck. shouldn't you stay at home?” i asked and placed myself on the bed to see him clearly.

“but… it's an important practice! the finals for this is tomorrow and—”

“it's okay…” donghyuck said, making me frown and question him with my eyes. “love, it's okay. it's not every sunday that minhyuck asks for this. besides, it's an important game for him…”

“see? papa is wuv!” minhyuck chuckled and dived in to hug his papa. “thank you, papa.”

“fine…” i groan.

“i wasn't going to ask you anyway!” he huffed and then walked away as if i wasn't calling him.

“that brat…” i sigh. “he's lucky he looks so much like me. i can still say he's my son…”

“of course, he's yours!” donghyuck giggled and pulled me up. then he pasted his lips on top of mine for a second.

“it looks like he's yours only… he doesn't even love me as much as he loves you!”

“don't say that! of course, he loves you! he's just not that expressive towards you. maybe because he sees himself in you.”

i wrapped an arm around his waist to place him on my lap.