This is My Love

Weigh My Heart

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Saturday. Just them. A smile crept across her lips as she stared up at the ceiling. Still recalling the way Sehun appeared so nervous when he'd brought it up. Thinking of it made her feel giddy, like he was asking her out for the first time.

Namjoo retained her giggle. She didn't want to wake Moowon up because of her nonsense. Ever since the night she and Daehwi fought Moowon wouldn't sleep without her. He had cried so hard that night it took her hours to hush him. No more talks of his beloved dad and it made her sad for him.

A child needed his father. Never had she wanted to take something so precious from him. Then it had happened. Running her fingers through his hair she leaned over to kiss the roof of his head. If Moowon could always be cheery like Gunta she'd be less worried, but her son seemed to take after her. Maybe she had spent too much time wallowing over her past instead of focusing on the road ahead. Perhaps she was teaching Moowon all the wrong things in life.

Great, now she was feeling like an incompetent mother again. Moowon whimpered but didn't wake up. Patting his back to soothe him Namjoo turned to snuggle with him. Hoping her son would have a bigger heart than her and learn to forgive his dad.

Daehwi called the following morning. Wanting to know if he could take them out.

She walked up to her ex-husband with Moowon tightly gripping her hand. She had managed to buy him an ice slushy, which kept him busy. A few yards away she spotted Daehwi staring off toward the green fields. He'd chosen a recreational park near the river today. Reasoning it was Sunday families would be out lazing around before the work week resumed.

He was dressed in casual slacks. Simple t-shirt. Still looking boyish for his age. And she thought Sehun looked mature whether he was in jeans or his dress shirt or dress pants. Always having an air about him that said he was a reliable man.

Namjoo shook the thoughts away as she turned attention to her son. "Moowon, look who's here?"

Her son glanced at her then ahead. His expression contorted before clutching onto her leg spilling his slushy. It streaked down her jeans toward her shoes.

"No, mommy, no," he whimpered hugging her. "Don't wanna!"

"Moowon," Namjoo tried consoling. "It's just your daddy. Don't you want to see your daddy?"

"Mommy, no!" he cried. "Mommy!"

She looked at Daehwi helpless. He took a step closer. Moowon cried louder attracting attention. Burying his face into the crook of her arm afraid. Namjoo rubbed his back before lifting him up.

"I don't think today's going to work," Namjoo said.

"Ok, it's fine." Daehwi looked regrettable. His hand lifted to pat Moowon on the back but stopped. "Maybe in a few days he'll feel better."

"Yea." She solemnly agreed. Moowon hiccupped into her shoulder as she turned to walk away. Wondering, again, how it had come to this.

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"Another fundraiser," his mother mused washing the dishes. His mother had come over for brunch, but he thought it was more of an excuse because his father had gone golfing with his friends and she had nothing to do so why not nag her son? "It's just her way of saying it's a date."

The way she so smugly smiled pleased bothered him. He chose not to argue.

"It must be one of those formal events if there's going to be an auction," his mother went on perkily. "Oh, I should help you find something nice to wear." Looking at him more seriously, "Do you even have anything nice to wear?"