Baby Yesung

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Siwon's POV

I woke up in empty bed. Heechul is working today and he will come back late in the afternoon. Outside is ugly weather. It is going to rain soon so we will stay inside. I am sad and I have mood for cuddling. I got up and silently walked inside his nursery. Heechul swaddled him in blanket so inside the crib is laying small bundle. I stroked his forehead and feel that he doesn't have a fever anymore. Tip of his nose is little bit red and he coughs from time to time. I only hope that he won't cry so much as yesterday. Suddenly he coughed more than before and lost his pacifier. Yesung's lips are desperately closing and opening in desperate search of his pacifier. I quickly put the pacifier back in its place, but it is too late. Yesung opened his eyes with long whine. I smiled at him and unswaddled him. He reached his hands toward me and I gently grabbed him under armpits. I put him on my hip and go downstairs. I sat him in highchair and gave him bagel with cream cheese. I stroked his hair and eat my breakfast too. He is still coughing but doesn't cry. We finished breakfast and go in his playroom. Yesung starts to colour and then starts to put stickers on the paper. Soon I have to take the stickers away because he started to put them on his face. I stroked his hair and carried him in the living room. I sat him on bum on carpet and take small bag.

"Yesungie look what I have! Your favourite strawberry choco pie!"

I shake the colourful package in the air to catch his attention. I unbuttoned his shirt and his milky white shoulder appeared. I am going to give him vitamin shot so he won't get sick again so easily, it will give him more strength. Yesung is trying to find way how to get to his sweet treat. I wipe his shoulder with antiseptic wipe and stabbed the needle in the soft flesh. Yesung cries out in pain and angrily turned to me. He is crying but still continues in eating. I stroked his hair and blow on the tiny wound. I lifted him and bounce him on my hip. Yesung finished his choco pie and I cuddle with him. I sat down on couch again and lay him across my lap. His side is pressed to my chest and I smile at him. His head is resting in crook of my elbow and I caress his cheeks. I know that his red nose hurts but it is making him cuter.

"What are you thinking about?"

I am wondering and gently beep on his nose.

"Poop!"

Yesung yelled and giggled. I have to change him but then I sat down as before.

"Lets count your fingers."

I take his tiny pinky finger between my thumb and forefinger.

"One."

I am counting his tiny fingers and Yesung is giggling. Then i moved to his toes and stare on his small toes. My baby is so delicate and cute. I kissed his forehead and rub his tummy. He is still sniffling and coughing so I wrapped him in blanket. I am holding him on my hip and made fish sticks with fries for lunch. Yesung is nibbling on his food and he laid his head on my shoulder.

"My little cuddly baby."

I don't want to say it on loud but I love when he is so clingy. After lunch I gave him apple slices and just watch him eat. Little Yesungie loves eating while big Yesung was able to live days without food. It is strange how these two sides are so different and I am glad that he can be little. Big Yesung was under pressure from his parents and society. He was obsessed with being best but it cost him too much. He wasn't able to sleep or eat properly and later he broke down.

We lay down in our big bed to take a nap. Yesung is laying on top of my chest and I am playing with his hair.

"What we will do during Christmas time?"

Yesung is on edge of dream land and only quietly mumbled.

"Why don't you go skiing?"

I froze because he is big.

"Do you want to go with us?"

Yesung whined and then shakes his head no. I chuckle because I remember how I tried to teach him skiing and I ques that I can't teach little Yesung too. I love skiing and it would be another trip with Heechul but we still have plenty of time to decide.