Shattered Empress|kth

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱

Y/n

I awoke with the sun streaming through the window, and for a moment, I struggled to remember where I was.

Then the events came rushing back to me: finding Dr. Gwan, coming face-to-face with my husband, throws the poor woman out of the helicopter.

Taehyung cares for me.

My breath caught as I remember the events after we arrived back at the penthouse, how Taehyung had bathed me then pleasured me without taking any pleasure himself. I couldn't remember the last time he had done something like that.

Stretching, I moved my jaw gingerly, feeling the bruise that Dr. Gwan had left there. She was dead. I had killed her, and if nothing else, I believed that Taehyung was going to do everything he could to protect me from what I had done.

I didn't trust him, but I did trust in the fact that he wanted me here. I didn't know how to explain it. Maybe it was in the gentle way he had touched me or the fact that he had assured me that I wasn't in any sort of danger.

Something had changed in him, something that I was clinging to and hoping was going to be a change for the good.

Sitting up, I looked at his side of the bed, noting that the covers were missed. So, he slept here last night. I vaguely remembered his warm body pressed against mine and had thought that maybe I had dreamed it all up.

The door opened, and my breath caught as Taehyung walked in, our children in his arms. "Mama!" Hyun Ki called out, already wiggling out of his father's arms toward me. I fought back the tears as Taehyung dropped him into my arms, and I held him close, breathing in his scent.

My son. I had my son back. "You've gotten so big," I choked out, pressing my lips to his forehead repeatedly. "I missed you so."

"Move out of the way, son," Taehyung stated as he crouched next to me, his eyes wary. "Let Mama hold your sister."

Hyun Ki obediently listened to his father, and Taehyung placed the pink bundle in my arms. "Here's your mama," he said softly.

I gasped as the small bundle was placed in my arms, my entire body shaking as I brought her up to my lips and brushed them over her tiny forehead. She squirmed in her blanket and I laughed, feeling like the last part of me had clicked into place.

I was holding my daughter. "Oh, my girl," I said, holding her close. She smelled of baby powder and baby wash, everything that had my hormones going crazy.

I felt the bed dip beside me, and Taehyung's arm came around me as he peered over my shoulder. "She looks like you, thank God."

I touched her downy cheek. "I don't know," I answered softly. "I think she has your chin."

"Poor thing," he murmured.

"Mama."

I turned to find Hyun Ki in his father's lap, looking completely at ease there. Maybe the week of me being gone had been good for their relationship. The past few months had been difficult, to say the least, Taehyung was so out of touch with us, with his family, that I wondered sometimes if he ever remembered he had one. "What, baby?" I asked, shifting Eun Jun in my arms.

He squinched up his little nose, pointing at his sister. "Baby."

I gave him a tender smile. "Yes, this is your baby sister."

"He's been insanely curious about her," Taehyung added, his fingers caressing the silk shirt that I had pulled out of his wardrobe yesterday. I don't know why I had been drawn to his clothing instead of mine, but I had fallen asleep with his scent all around me.