・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
The day I had eagerly awaited was finally unfolding, a day marked by a profound change that would color the rest of our lives with strokes of joy and boundless love. Han, our little miracle, was coming home. The thought alone sent waves of happiness crashing through my heart, tempered by a current of nerves—after all, the reality of becoming a parent, of being responsible for a tiny, precious life, was overwhelming yet exhilarating.
As the morning light spilled through the windows, casting warm patterns on the floor, I found a moment of calm with my coffee, the rich aroma grounding me. I cradled the mug, each sip a brief escape, as I waited for the caregiver to arrive with Han. My heart was a drum, keeping a nervous rhythm, as anticipation built with each tick of the clock.
When the knock finally came, it was as if a new chapter of my book had been eagerly waiting to start, and now, the page was finally turning. I set the mug down, smoothing my shirt and adjusting my hair in a quick, nervous gesture before opening the door. There, in the warm embrace of the morning sun, stood the caregiver, a radiant smile on her face, cradling Han wrapped snugly in a soft blanket.
"Good morning, Wooyoung," she greeted, her voice a soothing melody. "I have someone very special for you."
My response was barely audible, choked by the emotion swelling in my throat. "Good morning, thank you so much."
As she gently transferred Han into my arms, the weight of his tiny body against my chest was both a grounding force and a surreal experience. His eyes, wide and observing, met mine, and in that gaze, I felt an unspoken promise filling the space between us—a promise of protection, love, and endless support.
"Hello, Han," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion as I touched his soft cheek. "Welcome home, my little one."
The caregiver's eyes glistened with shared joy as she watched us, her job delivering not just babies to homes, but dreams to waiting arms. "He's all yours now, Wooyoung. I'm so happy for you and San."
With gratitude washing over me like a warm tide, I nodded. "Thank you for everything."
After she left, the house felt different—fuller, as if Han's presence brought a new energy that seeped into every corner, dispelling the shadows of loneliness and filling them with light. I carried him through the rooms, each step a dance of new beginnings, showing him his new world, our home, where every nook was infused with anticipation of his laughter and every cranny awaited his discoveries.
Settling onto the sofa, I held Han close, sharing the quiet of the house with him, letting him hear the steady beat of my heart, a rhythmic assurance that he was safe, he was wanted, he was loved. I imagined San's return, pictured his face as he would walk through the door to find not just his husband but his son waiting—his family complete.
