"Well, let's ignore your brute of a father and enjoy the pool, shall we?" Jennie mused, reaching a hand out for her son to take.
Louis nodded, grabbing her hand to accompany her in the direction of his pouting aunt and godmother, Rosé. When Jennie's back was turned, Louis glanced back at his father, dragged down one eye bag and stuck his tongue out at his sperm donor.
"Tch, that brat." Lisa scowled, throwing his son a scathing glare. He stuck out a thumb and swiftly ran it over his neck, making a visible threat.
Louis Manoban presented his father with a sweet smile, inching closer to his mother, hugging her by the waist.
Lisa watched through narrowed eyes as his wife paused and glanced down, a cheerful smile on her face. Irritation boiled his blood. Why was his son so damn mischievous? Where did he learn it from?!
He gawked with envy as Jennie gave both sides of Louis 's face a gentle pat, hugging his shoulders. She whispered something to him, his eyes widening in disbelief. When he sulked to himself, she glanced up, making eye contact with Lisa.
"You boys never learn." She said to no one in particular, flashing Lisa a smile. From the corner of her eyes, she had seen Louis tease his father, thinking she wasn't looking.
Jennie sighed to herself. Sometimes she wondered if she was raising three sons, Lisa included.
"Jenjen, your other son is causing a mess again!" Rosé cried out from the other side of the pool, waddling her way towards a stubborn Luca who had gotten his hands on the cupcakes. His fingers were sticky with cupcake icing and he was desperately smearing it on the ground, hoping to get it off.
"No, not my marble tiles! It's imported from Italy!" Rosé groaned, reaching down to grab the fiddling four year old.
"Mama, he's stupid." grumbled to his mother. "The pool is right there. He could've just washed his hands in it."
"Now, now, you can't call your younger brother stupid. What if he didn't want to dirty the pool?" Jennie chimed, flicking her son on the forehead.
Louis pouted to himself, crossing his arms. "He could've poured some water onto his hand then."
"Perhaps he could've." Jennie shook her head, reaching for her son's hand. Stubbornly, he kept his arms crossed and in a blink, began racing in the direction of Luca.
Louis found his younger brother to be the most obnoxious thing in the world, yet, still enjoyed playing with him.
Jennie could only smile in response as she lazily strolled in the direction of her sons. She took a glance back, checking up on Ella who was now slumped across her father's chest. She laid on her back, her mouth partly opened as she quietly snored.
She watched as Lisa adjusted himself to make the little princess even more comfortable. He reached behind him, grabbing a towel, draping it over her body. He didn't want her to catch a cold.
Everyone knew Ella threw the worst tantrum when she was sick. The little princess hated medicine and the more bitter it was, the louder she cried.
"This is a happy ending, isn't it?" A voice spoke up from beside her.
Jennie turned to her side. Sunmi stood beside her, one arm folded across her chest, and the other clutching a champagne glass.
Jennie glanced around her surroundings and fondly smiled. Almost all of her loved ones and friends were gathered here, except her grandfather who'd rather jump into his grave than die of heat near a swimming pool.
"I never thought this would be my future." Jennie murmured.
Jennie watched as Rosé squealed and laughed with Luca as she cleaned up his mess. Louis was near the scene of the crime, standing there in disgust, but reluctantly handed his younger brother a wet wipe.
"Sometimes, it feels like a dream." Jennie turned back where the men were gathered by the pool benches, enjoying the breeze and shade.
"Some might call it naive and stupid, but this was what I wanted all along: To be surrounded by loved ones who genuinely cared for me." She glanced at Sunmi who couldn't help but smile.
"I understand where you're coming from. Wealth can buy materialistic happiness, but at the end of the day, a happy ending with friends and family is all that matters."
Jennie let out a quiet laugh. "Indeed."
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"How far along is Rosé again?" Seulgi asked, weary watching her dance with little Luca who had finally cleaned up the mess. Her pregnant belly was huge and she looked like she was ready to deliver any day now.
His gaze slid over to his wife, Irene who was too busy sipping mimosas and tanning. If she thought the dance was dangerous, she would've said something. He did see her occasional glances towards the renowned fashion designer, just to double check that nothing dangerous was going on.
"She's going to be due in around two weeks." Jisso responded, turning his attention towards his wife.
Unbeknownst to him, a tiny smile rested upon his face. She was playfully waltzing with Luca, carefully helping him twirl. She had the biggest smile on her face when he laughed and danced happily.
"I never thought my stubborn sister would make a great mother." Bambam snorted, watching his nephew and sister.
"Speaking of becoming a mother, do you want to hear a funny story?" Bambam snickered, throwing a glance towards Lisa who was busy tending to Ella to care about their conversation.
"What is it?" Jisso asked, raising a brow.
Bambam lowered his voice in hopes that Lisa wouldn't hear anything. "It's about the first time Jennie gave birth."
Seulgi's lips twitched. Yes, he remembered that day perfectly well. The day that Louis was born and then something unexpected happened a few minutes later. Another baby was delivered—Ella.
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