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CHAP 26

The day had been long, and Mingyu was exhausted. His feet ached, his back hurt, and all he wanted was a good nap. But the little one nestled in his belly seemed to have other plans.

“Okay, baby,” Mingyu muttered as he lay on the couch, shifting uncomfortably. “I get it, you’re excited. But can we save the gymnastics for later? Daddy’s tired.”

The baby, of course, didn’t listen. The kicks continued relentlessly, making Mingyu groan in frustration. He turned on his side, then onto his back, then propped himself up with pillows. Nothing worked.

As he rested a hand on his belly, an idea popped into his head. He had always noticed how the baby seemed to calm down whenever Wonwoo talked or sang softly. And if he couldn’t rest at home, then he’d just take his problem straight to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo was in the middle of an important meeting with his senior advisors, discussing the logistics of a new business venture. His expression was serious, his sharp gaze locked onto the charts and figures displayed on the screen.

But just as one of his advisors was presenting their findings, the heavy doors to the conference room burst open.

Every head turned to see Mingyu standing in the doorway, his cheeks flushed with frustration, one hand cradling his belly as the other wiped at his teary eyes.

Wonwoo’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood up immediately, his heart lurching at the sight. “Mingyu?”

The advisors looked at each other, unsure of what to do as Mingyu marched inside, clearly upset.

Wonwoo strode over to him, his concern palpable. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen?”

Mingyu sniffled, looking up at him with watery eyes. “The baby won’t stop kicking, and I can’t sleep!” His lower lip trembled, and he added with a pout, “I need you to sing to them.”

Wonwoo blinked, caught between relief that nothing serious had happened and amusement at his husband’s dramatic entrance. He glanced over his shoulder at his team.

“Meeting’s over,” Wonwoo said briskly. “We’ll continue this tomorrow.”

The advisors nodded quickly, some barely hiding their smiles as they filed out of the room. It wasn’t every day that they saw their stoic boss melt into a doting husband.

Once the room was empty, Wonwoo led Mingyu over to the couch in his office. He sat down and gently tugged Mingyu into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Mingyu sighed as he rested his head against Wonwoo’s shoulder, feeling instantly comforted.

“Let me see,” Wonwoo murmured, placing a warm hand on Mingyu’s belly. The baby was still active, tiny kicks pushing against his palm. Wonwoo chuckled softly. “Feisty, just like their Daddy.”

“I’m not feisty,” Mingyu mumbled, his eyes already fluttering shut as he relaxed in Wonwoo’s embrace.

“Sure you’re not,” Wonwoo teased, his voice soft. He started to hum a gentle tune, his fingers tracing soothing circles over Mingyu’s belly.

The melody was low and calming, and as Wonwoo began to sing softly, Mingyu felt the baby’s movements gradually ease. The tension in his body melted away, and for the first time all day, he felt at peace.

Wonwoo’s voice was deep and steady, the kind of sound that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. He continued singing even after the baby had stilled, his hand never leaving Mingyu’s belly.

Mingyu snuggled closer, his breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed him.

Wonwoo looked down at his husband, his heart swelling with love. He pressed a gentle kiss to Mingyu’s temple, then whispered, “Rest well, my loves.”

And in that quiet office, with Mingyu in his arms and their baby between them, Wonwoo felt a happiness he never thought he’d deserve.