15 princes and a princess

15 princes and a princess 50 - final

~7 years later~

"Hey, come here scamp!" I laughed as I chased the giggling 4 year old around the garden. He giggled and tripped, rolling over onto his back and batting me away with his hands and scrunching his face up as I laughed and caught up with him, wiggling my fingers over his face before I began to tickle his tummy. He laughed and squealed as he twisted and tried to crawl away from me, I laughed evilly and pulled him onto my lap, smiling softly as he turned and raised a chubby hand to my face and stroked his fingers through my hair silently, his soft eyes sparked with intrigue.

"Love, do you want a drink?" Yesung asked, sticking his head round the door from the kitchen. I nodded my head and put Hector down beside me as I sprawled backwards onto the grass and ran my fingers across the fresh green grass.

"Just a coke for me love." I replied. Hector moved to rest a hand on my stomach gently and patted the ever-increasing bump that was there.

"Mummy, when bump is born, what will we call it? Because.... It won't be a bump anymore..." He asked softly. I smiled and sat up again, propping myself up on my elbows and looking at the chubby little boy who was looking at me curiously.

"I don't know yet Hector, we haven't decided, why don't you come up with some names?" I suggested. His brow furrowed and he poked his inflated cheek with his finger, breathing out heavily which was something he had started doing whenever he thought hard about something.

"If its a boy like me, can we name him after uncle Fishyhae?" He asked sweetly. I laughed and ruffled his wavy, onyx hair and smiled at him.

"You want to name the baby Fishy?" I asked him and he nodded, grinning proudly at his idea. Of all the Super Junior boys, Donghae had really taken to little Hector and they were always laughing and playing together, Hector absolutely adored his 'uncle Fishyhae'. I laughed lightly and tilted my head back as Yesung walked into the garden and sat beside me and Hector, handing me a glass as he leaned over and ruffled the little boys hair like I had.

"And what's daddy's favourite boy doing?" He asked brightly, looking at the child intently as he stood up and puffed out his chest.

"I am looking after mummy and coming up with names for bump!" He announced proudly as I smiled warmly. Yesung laughed and high fived him.

"And what did you come up with little man?" He asked, pulling him onto his lap and listening carefully. Hector looked up at him with big eyes and grinned happily, loving the attention from me and Yesung. He put up one finger on his hand a showed it to Yesung who looked at it questioningly. "You want to call the baby 'one'?" He asked, confused. Hector sighed and put his hand over his face, smiling at his father wearily.

"No, daddy, don't be silly! I came up with one name!" He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Yesung smiled and kissed the boy's cheek lightly causing him to erupt in giggles.

"And what was that one name Hector?" Yesung asked. Hector looked at me and I nodded, urging him to tell Yesung with a smile on my face as I waited to see Yesungs reaction. Hector grinned and ran his hand through his hair, pushing his black fringe to one side and breathed out softly.

"Fishy!" He laughed, making his 'fishy-face' which involved puffing his cheeks out, going slightly cross-eyed and having his hands by his face like fins, "For a boy of course." He added afterwards with a cheeky little grin. I smiled softly and took a sip from my glass as I watched father and son talking to each other carefully. At the age of 31, I had given birth to little Hector, and soon I was to have another, and as I figured, Yesung was a great father to him and an amazing husband to me.

"What if its a girl like Sophie?" Yesung asked. At the mention of Sophie, Hector cheeks turned cherry pink. Sophie was Kearra and Zhoumi's daughter, she was three years old and had her mothers ginger hair and her fathers soft Asian eyes, and Hector had a crush on her. Hector had black hair like his daddy and slender Asian eyes, but they were a bright green like mine which gave away his mixed heritage. He smiled softly to himself and I reached over and ruffled his hair.