The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

A is for Age Don't Matter Pt 2.

Dating a man that was a teenager when I was born wasn't the easiest thing to handle.

There were days that our age difference got us into arguments from different perspectives, others stemmed from our cultural differences.

But we always ended up settling our differences, and rather than tear us apart, these differences brought us closer.

It was a bit difficult going out on dates publicly without him having to wear a hoodie and face mask. It often made me a bit uncomfortable having to go on dates late at night or have the dates in each other's house.

'Baby why do we have to go on dates at midnight all the time?' I whined holding unto his firm arm.

'Babydoll, it's so we can get some privacy. Last thing I need is anyone bothering our personal lives and I know you're not a fan of the spotlight.' He whispered, pulling down his face mask and stealing a kiss from my plump lips.

'Now come on, let's get some ice cream.' He said suddenly carrying me bridal style and jogging over to the ice cream shop while I held around his neck, my head buried in it and giggling.

I giggled as he kissed my nose each time I fed him a spoon of ice cream.

'Babydoll, what's wrong?' He asked, kissing my knuckles.

'Nothing, I'm fine.' I smiled looking down.

He used his left hand to caress my face, his thumb playing with my bottom lip, he often did that to comfort me when I was sad, or in pain from my menstrual cramps.

'I'm scared.' I confessed, holding his and kissing it, repeating the same gesture he did for me a few minutes ago.

We were always so affectionate with each other.

He exhaled slowly and got up, he was sitting opposite me, now he was right next to me, my head on his chest and he traced circles on my waist.

'What's going to happen to us if our relationship gets out to the public? How are your fans going to take it? I'm scared of them reacting negatively. I don't want us ending.' I confessed fully, holding him tight.

'Babydoll, no matter what happens, I'm not going to let anyone break us apart and definitely not the fans or media. And my real fans wouldn't do or say anything to hurt me or the woman I love. So don't be scared. We love each other, and that's all that matters.' He said back, before planting a passionate kiss on my lips.

'Let's get you home okay. You need to get some rest.' Dongwook said pulling me up.

'I'll call you in the morning darling. Sleep well.' He said, kissing me slowly. Each time he pulled his lips away I took them back. Prolonging the make out session.

'I don't think you want me to go, hm?' He asked, his voice going two octaves lower.

'Maybe I want you to spend the night.' I said against his lips, before closing the door.

A few minutes later, our clothes were littered on the floor from the door to living room and finally to around the bed.

The only sounds that could be heard were my soft moans and whimpers, and his low grunts.

Love making was always an amazingly pleasurable experience with him.

He was always gentle and skilled in giving me absolute pleasure, making my eyes roll to the back of head, or my toes curl, sometimes I was scared I would tear his back from scratching my nails down it.

I guess that was one of the perks of being with an older man.

The aftercare was another part that I always looked forward to. I laid in his arms, enjoying the soft kisses he planted on my forehead and the soft tickling his breathing made on my neck.

'Let's do it.' I said to him.

'Do what Babydoll?' He asked, his skin glowing from sweat and sexual satisfaction.

'Let's go public. I want to be able to go out with my man in public, and act like every other couple.' I whispered.

'Are you sure? I have to warn you, some internet trolls are going to say things that are less than pleasant, and for a short while you may get sent some awful messages from crazy fans. You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable Babydoll.' He told me but I shook my head.

'I'll be fine, let's just do it.'

'I'll send word to my agency tomorrow morning. We're going to be fine okay.'

A day later, news went out that Lee DongWook was in a relationship. Not only that, but was dating a 22 year old African girl.

Oh the terrible things some people said online, I didn't know some 'fans' could be so negative towards someone they didn't even know.

Some called me a gold digger, and some called Dongwook a child predator. I didn't even understand how that made sense to them. We ignored all the negative comments and focused on the positive ones and support from the actual fans.

We still kept our private lives private, and kept going on strong.

I sat in the living room of our new house. We got married a few months ago, after two years of a strong relationship, and him whining about wanting to be a father before he hit forty.

I rubbed my swollen belly, the baby was kicking again. My heart filled with love as I caressed each spot that was kicked.

'How are my favorite girls?' Dongwook said, coming in with a tray of snacks and setting it on the table in front of me.

'We are great, soon to be daddy.' I said kissing him.

'I can't wait for you to be out. I'm going to take great care of both of you. I love you two so much.' He said kissing my stomach and rubbing it affectionately.

'Just two more months Wookie. Our little princess will be here soon.' I said earning a smile from him.

I never knew my life would change so much from just scowling at a customer at work.