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Mingyu [End]

A loud whir fills the kitchen as I pack the remaining frozen strawberries and bananas into the ice chest on the island. This will be the last smoothie made at the townhouse for the next six months, at least, so I'm bringing all of Wonwoo's favorites.

The locks on the lid snap into place, and I pour the fruit mixture into a to-go cup. After a quick wash and dry, the blender goes into the box with the other items we're taking. I would have preferred to just buy duplicates of everything for our suite at the family house, but Wonwoo's frugality got the better of me.

I raise my voice to carry upstairs. "Are you almost packed? Our appointment is in twenty minutes!"

"I just need a few more things!" Wonwoo yells back, bringing a smile to my lips.

Over the three months we've been together, he's blossomed and gone from carrying all of his possessions in a pillowcase to needing actual luggage, thanks in no small part to my insistence on buying him new clothes.

My driver, Siyun, walks in from the garage to collect the ice chest. "We're about full, Mr. Kim."

I pat the box with the blender. "This is the last one, aside from Wonwoo's suitcases."

As he takes the food from our fridge out to the waiting car, a thunk from overhead sends my heart lurching.

I run from the kitchen to find my fiancé struggling to haul a suitcase nearly as big as he is down the stairs. "Stop right there, unless you're looking to get spanked."

Silky blond hair falls over his eyes, and he blows it out of the way to glare at me. "There's no reason for you to come upstairs to get it when I can just bring it down with me."

"Not when you can't see the steps past your belly." I hurry up the stairs to take the heavy, hard-shelled case from him with one hand and kiss his flushed cheek. "You just concentrate on safely walking down."

While Dr. Ong assures me Wonwoo is now up to a healthy weight, his frame remains delicate. At only three months, his swollen stomach sticks out farther than his feet. Which is why we're moving back to the family house.

"You're being ridiculous." Wonwoo grips the handrail and takes the stairs far faster than I like. "If you get any worse, I'm going to demand Minhyuk give me a separate suite on the other side of the mansion from you."

The threat makes me smirk. "You'd just come waddling back at night when you can't sleep."

"I don't waddle," he huffs as he reaches the ground floor and waddles after me.

"Sure you don't." The doctors have assured us there's only one baby, but at the rate Wonwoo's growing, I question if there's another one hiding in there.

"I'll get one of those belly support pillows, so I won't need you at night." He sticks his little button nose in the air as he sweeps past me, the material of his lightweight coveralls fluttering. "We'll see who comes crawling."

With a growl, I snag the back of his bib and tug him into my arms, claiming those lush lips in a heated kiss. The first time I encountered him in the smoke-stained gray of my club, it was like an angel had been cast into my den of sin. The mask that covered half his face drove me crazy with fantasies of what it hid.

When I finally saw his full, uncovered face, with his little pointed chin and mouth that looked like it was made to wrap around my cock, it had taken all my self-control not to throw him down on the nearest flat surface.

My patience paid off when the chance to claim him landed him in my lap, and I'm going to be miserable having him outside the city, where I lose an hour and a half every day with him because of travel.