The Blossom Of Love ♡

Chapter~32

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I want to breathe, I hate this night
I want to wake up, I hate this dream

♪save me~

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Y/N POV:

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"Can you stay with me and Daddy?"

My hands froze.

"...What?"

Jeongchan scooted closer, his tiny fingers gripping my hand. "I want Mummy to live here... with me and Daddy."

I blinked, completely taken aback. My mouth opened, but no words came out

His tiny hands playing with my fingers as his lashes fluttered low over his cheeks. Then, he looked up at me with that serious little face of his and said, "Mummy... my friend at school said... mummy, daddy, and baby gotta live in one house."

I blinked, startled by the weight in his innocent voice.

He nodded earnestly, as if trying to convince me. "So... you stay here too, okay? You stay with me and Daddy... 'cause we're family, right?"

My breath caught.

I thought I had gotten used to him calling me "Mummy." It was something I had accepted, knowing that it gave him comfort. But this-this was different. This wasn't just an innocent name he had given me. This was something far bigger,

"Je...jeongchan..." I swallowed, trying to keep my voice gentle. "You know Mummy doesn't live here, right? I have my own house, baby."

Jeongchan pouted, his brows furrowing. "But I want you to stay. Daddy is always busy, and I miss you when you're not here. I want us to be together, like a real family."

I felt a sharp pang in my chest. He was too young to understand the weight of what he was asking. To him, it was simple-he loved me, so I should stay.

But I knew better.

I wasn't his mother. No matter how much I cared for him, no matter how much I adored him, I wasn't his real mother. And I didn't belong in this house.

Yet, the sheer innocence and trust in his eyes made my heart ache.

"Baby," I said softly, cupping his chubby cheeks. "Mummy loves you so much, but... I can't stay here."

His little face crumpled. "Why not? You don't like me?"

My breath hitched. "No, baby, it's not that! I love you so, so much." I kissed his forehead. "But some things... some things just aren't that simple."

Tears welled up in his big doe eyes. "But I want Mummy and Daddy together. I want Mummy here always."

I bit my lip, feeling utterly helpless. How was I supposed to make him understand that I couldn't be what he wanted me to be? That no matter how much he wished for it, I wasn't his mother, and I wasn't a part of his father's life like that?