Taeyang big bang

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Sleep was all that I needed in my life I take care of two kids my oldest kid which is my husband Youngbae or known as Taeyang and our son Youngjae but there was one more thing shooting superman returns. The usuak routine would be waking up making breakfast and playing with Youngjae until Youngbae gets home. Considering Youngbae has a day off I wanted tontake advantage and sleep him let him deal with the parental side today. I was warm comfortable I knew Youngbae was because I heard laughing before falling back to sleep. It was all ruined when two bodies jumped onto the bed.
"Umma wake up your being lazy again!" Youngjae tugged at the covers.
"Who do you think you're talking to" I gasped.
"I thinkn our son is talking about you" Youngbae pinched my nose.
"Have you eaten breakfast" I mumbled.
"Umma we have but appa made a mess in the kichen" Youngjae looked at me in innocence.
"I told you not to tell her" Youngbae whispered.
"Youngjae how bad was this mess" I ignored Youngbae.
"Its everywhere" Youngjae thew his hands up.
"Okay I'm not cleaning it you two decide how to clean it and I'll just watch" I kissed both of their cheeks and hopped out of bed.

As I got cleaned up and dressed for the day the film crew were already in the house filming the scene of Youngjae and Youngbae arguing who will clean what.
"Appa you clean the stove I can't reach it" Youngjae with his little arm streched too the stove.
"No I clean the floors appa is faster" Youngbae smiled.
"Sorry appa already started" Youngjae began cleaning the floor.
"Aigoo fine" Youngbae huffed.
Th camera crew laughed at the father son due while I watched and thought about how could I put up with this for four years of my life. A husband that is manly yet childish and a son who is cute yet serious at the same time.
"How are my soldiers doing?" I smiled.
"Umma can I have a chocolate after this" Youngjae gave his big puppy eyes.
"Okay yes but do a good job" I patted his head.
"Hey how about me?"Youngbae pouted.
"Me" I jumped in the air.
"Great" he playfully rolled his eyes.
"I'm the best thing that could happen to you" I hit his arm.
"I was joking you know I love you" he pecked my lips.
"After I need to tell you something" I made my way of the kitchen.

I sat down waiting for them to finish the food mess they made attempting to make I guess pancakes.
"What are you going to telk them?" the pd asked.
"I will annouce it when they come" I smirked.
They both came rushing out of the kichen Youngjae sat infrint of me with his legs crossed while Youngbae pulled me in by the waist.
"Umma tell us then" Youngjae demanded.
"Okay umma is having your brother or sister" I giggled.
"So you're pregnant"Youngbae gave his eye smile.
"Umma can I have a sister" Youngjae sat next too me.
"A sister don't you want to be called hyun instead of oppa" Youngbae tilted his head to the side.
"No I already get called hyun" Youngjae shrugged.
"How about you?" Looking at Youngbae.
"I dont care as long as it's with you I want this baby to be healthy and have your eyes like Youngjae has" He rested his hand on my belly.
The camera crew all gave their congratulations as Youngbae called the company and posted it up in his twitter and instagram about the news.
"Look what yg appa sent us" Youngbae jumped next too me.
To the both of you I wish your family love and good luck Congradulations and health to (y/n) to Youngjae grow uo like your father strong. As for you Youngbae practice 7am sharp dont be late from yg appa.
"This family is going to see something new in 9 months time" Youngbae pulled up in for a group hug.

9 months later..
The day had come when she came our little girl graced the world with the big eyes that Youngbae had wanted.
"Rachel" I looked at her.
"My beautiful girl I will stand by your shoulder looking at every guy who will want you dont give away your heart to easy" Youngbae kissed her forehead.
"Call me oppa" Youngjae pointed to himslef.
"Call me umma I will show you what will happen living with your brother and appa" I smiled.

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