He's hot, I'm NOT.

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

I bid a goodbye to Zoe and she drove away. The cute, young, immature brat before is now a mature 18-year-old lady. And she’s handling their business already at that age. I have always looked after her, since her parents are busy having their business trips, traveling all over the world.

Anyway, I just got home from the office and Zoe offered me a ride, like she always did. I’m working at their company, so we see each other everyday. As for Mr. Byun Baekhyun, he’s still in EXO. And yes, EXO is one of the most popular – and when I say popular, I mean it. I really do. – boy groups in the world. Not just in Asia, but they captured the whole universe too. Am I exaggerating? I hope no. Mehehe.

I fished my keys inside my bag and twisted the doorknob. I opened the door smiling hoping that I could see my–

“Holy mother father.” The living room was in a huge mess, and no signs of my husband yet. Toys scattered everywhere – on the sofa, on the top of the television, on the coffee table, everywhere you look, there are toys.

I sighed, dorpping my bag on the couch and grabbed the box and cleaned the living room.

After I finished cleaning it, I searched something in my bag and the moment I found it, I giggled in excitement. I took out the keroro plushie I bought. *He will love this.*

I went upstairs and every step I take, I hear Baekhyun’s voice getting clear and he seems like he is in panic and struggling. *Every time.* I shook my head and giggled. As I went near, I leaned my ear through the door.

“The cow says moooo!” Baekhyun said, but the kid’s cry just got louder. I laughed silently as I heard more, “If mommy went home and sees you in this state, she’ll get mad! Like super mad! So please let me dress you already!” I laughed more and imagined the both of them, Baekhyun stuggling ‘cause his kid is refusing to get dressed and the kid crying because he doesn’t want to.

I opened the door slightly, “Knock knock~” I said. The both of them got surprised by my appearance. “Thank God you’re here already!” Baekhyun said as he is still trying to get his son dressed. He looked at me pouting, searching for help. “Go away.” I told Baekhyun playfully and he stepped aside, handing me the kid’s clothes. “Yes boss.”

I turned to face the kid. He’s handsome, he got his father’s features. His eyes are mixed with mine and his dad, his hair, his nose, his brows, his lips – everything is from Baekhyun.. He even got his father’s sleeping routines. He barely got mine. Tsk. But that’s okay, at least I have a mini version.

I carried him in my arms, hugged his tiny body and rocked him from side to side. He stopped crying and I put him down, get him dressed within a minute. “Done.” I said proudly as I faced the frowning father. “I wish I have the same skills as yours! Brooke refused on getting dressed for almost 30 minutes!” He whined. I laughed, “Now now, come here you big baby.” I said and hugged him, kissing him on the forehead.

After changing into my casual clothes, I walked downstairs and saw Baekhyun and our now calmed little son watching TV. *Oh I almost forgot the gift!* I hissed at myself and grabbed the Keroro plushie behind my back.

I joined them and Baekhyun’s arms automatically snaked around my waist, while the other was holding our two-year-old little son, Brooke. Such a perfect sight, right?

I poked my little boy’s cheeks and he looked at me with his WHAT-DO-YOU-WANT-CAN’T-YOU-SEE-I-AM-WATCHING cute face. I laughed and hold out the stuffed toy I was hiding, “Tada!” His eyes twinkled in surprise as I let him grab the toy. Me and Baekhyun shared glances and smiled at each other. Seeing our son happy, makes us happy too.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I ran to open it and in 3…2…1!

11 idiots cheered and stormed inside, putting the food they bought in the kitchen. These guys never fails to surprise us, really. Just look how excited these ‘uncles’ are, playing with me and Baekhyun’s little Brooke.