This is My Love

Love in Terms

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Butterflies were dancing. Their wings flittering over a colorful garden of flowers. Sunrays were beating through the gaps of leaves. The greens weaving back and forth in midair as airy wind brushed past. Laughter resonted on the beach in front of the cascading blue waves. Each time it hit shore causing a thrill of happy shrieks. A sand castle quickly dissolved but it didn't matter because it could be built again.

A joyful world where smiles existed. A beautiful world where love sparkled endlessly. Sehun felt like he was floating among them as his senses came to that morning. Blanketed in dreamy warmth. Feeling so light and free. Fully rested for the first time. And he didn't want to wake up.

He could smell the scent of Namjoo's hair. Feel the soft texture of the fine strands. Her shoulder angled into his arm. Everything about her was soft and made his heart swoon. In the middle of the night she had turned away from him to sleep on her side. Drawing her legs away from his because it had gotten too warm. An hour later he had drowsily moved over to hug her and it was where he had stayed for the rest of the night.

She was still sleeping. Her head deep in the pillow never minding him. A smile crept onto his face and he buried his face further into her nape, because he liked her so much. This right now was so perfect. With her. Beside her. In her house. In her bed. He wanted to stay like this for the entire day.

The sun was streaking through her blue curtain. To him, it felt as if God was shining a light on them. Telling him he deserved this. This was their moment. Enjoy it. God would bless him. Not that he was religious, but he did hope all the luck in the world was on their side. Namjoo would stay with him for a long time. Everything would work out.

He hugged her more securely. Listening to his heart beat against her back. Curling his legs up behind her knees. Praying the children would sleep longer and not creep into the room to ruin the moment.

As he lay there with happiness combusting through him, he wondered what he could do for her later in the day. Surprise her with a home cooked dinner? He wanted to do something romantic. Would candles do the work? Maybe they could set a date to spend the night together again. He knew Gunta would love another sleepover with Moowon. Sehun internally giggled.

Namjoo finally moved. Her hair brushed his face. Her head moved back forcing him to dodge in order to save his nose from possibly breaking. His hand slid across her belly then back again to holding her.

Darn her mental clock. Slightly rising she glanced over her shoulder at him. "What, you're up?"

"No, I just woke up," Sehun lied with the shake of his head. "What time is it?"

Namjoo groaned before dropping her head back into the pillow giving him the opportunity to bury his face into her nape again. "Don't get up yet," he said.

"Five minutes," Namjoo sleepily grumbled.

That, he could do.

Taking this to his advantage, he lay there with a smile. Absorbing the heat of her body. Thinking again of how much he liked her.

Namjoo did wake up five minutes later. Leaving him lying there while she went to freshen up. After a minute he gave up and left her bedroom. Poking his head into Moowon's room to find the boys still asleep. Closing the door, he backed out and turned around to walk into the kitchen. Wondering what Namjoo had in her fridge and what she planned to make for breakfast. He first spotted sausages and eggs.

"What are you doing?" Namjoo asked a few minutes later.

"I was going to make breakfast," he told pointing to the pan on the stove. "Moowon likes octopus sausages, right?"