・❥・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...
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Two days later, I found myself on the soft, colorful baby mat, engrossed in playtime with little Han. He was a bundle of energy, rolling enthusiastically and pushing forward with all the might his small body could muster. My smile couldn't have been wider as I watched him, every little move a delightful discovery, every giggle a symphony to my ears.
Just then, San emerged from our bedroom, ready for his university lectures. Dressed in his usual casual style—jeans and a soft tee—there was an effortless charm about him that morning that made my heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the way the soft morning light filtered through the window, highlighting the gentle contours of his face, or perhaps it was his relaxed demeanor that always seemed to draw me in. I cleared my throat, attempting to refocus on Han, when the little one spotted his father and let out a thrilled squeal.
With a sudden surge of baby determination, Han began crawling towards San, his movements a clumsy rush of excitement. I stood, brushing off my knees, just as San bent down to sweep Han into his arms. He showered Han's face with kisses, each one peppered with laughter and whispers of affection, causing Han to squeal with delight and reach out to touch San's face with his tiny hands.
"Look at you, big explorer!" San exclaimed with a playful laugh, holding Han close against his chest. "Chasing down adventures just like your dad, aren't you?"
Watching them, a warmth spread through me, filling the room with an aura of pure familial love. "He's definitely got boundless energy," I replied, my voice thick with emotion as I took in the heartwarming scene.
San turned to me with a wide, affectionate smile. "Maybe, but that determination? We've got ourselves a fearless little adventurer here."
Han giggled, patting San's cheek with small, unsteady palms, his bright eyes shining with excitement and love. I stepped closer, drawn into their embrace, the morning light casting a golden glow around us. It was in these simple, unscripted moments that our lives felt profoundly complete. Surrounded by laughter and the tender chaos of family life.
"You two are precious," I whispered, my voice tinged with tenderness as I leaned over to kiss Han's soft, curly head. Then, turning to San, I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, a sweet, loving connection that spoke volumes of our shared affection.
Taking Han from him, I cradled our son in my arms, feeling his small body relax into the familiar comfort of my embrace. "What time do you finish today?" I asked San, my mind already weaving plans for the evening. "I can arrange a little date for us tonight when Han is asleep. A bit of relaxing time and some love," I suggested, the idea blossoming with warmth and anticipation.
San's face lit up, his eyes softening at the thought. "I should be home by late afternoon," he replied, his voice carrying a note of excitement for the promise of our evening together. "That sounds perfect, love. It's been a while since we had some quiet time just for us."
