On Thin Air

If it Lasts

"Namjoo," Seoyun ecstatically greeted, "hi!"

The wide smile on her face dissipated. Lips growing tight she said, "I thought you meant just you were coming."

"Why, I'm a little hurt," Sangki said. "Can we come in?"

Gripping onto the doorknob Namjoo reluctantly released it. Pretentiously smiling, "Yes, come in."

The smile instantly wore off when they passed her, and she shoved the door close. Following them into the usual lounge room, she politely asked, "Water anyone?"

"I would love that, thank you." It was Seoyun.

"Of course, me too." Sangki already made himself at home. Sitting adjacent from his wife. His legs split open as if to proudly show off what a man he was. Pivoting away from the couple Namjoo strut into the kitchen.

Going through the cupboards for glasses. She wouldn't take an hour of her time she remembered Seoyun promising. Namjoo had a very bad feeling about that promised hour. Filling the glasses she turned around. Bumping back into the counter surprised. The water sloshed back and forth in the cup. A quarter of it spilling over her hands and wetting her slippers.

"Sorry," Sangki apologized with not much sincerity. Stepping over to grab some towels he touched her hand. Dabbing at the wet area.

Never minding how the water would slosh out again, Namjoo yanked her hand away. Setting the glasses on the counter. Snapping, "I'm fine."

Glaring at him. Not withholding her irritation or how uncomfortable he was making her. Stepping over to the towel dispenser she wiped her hands.

"Your sleeves are wet," Sangki noted. "Do you need to change?"

Exactly what was he insinuating? Figuring she could play dumb. Going that route would be easier if she wanted to crush him. Only if his wife weren't here. Only if she weren't about to become a mother.

Spinning around to face him, Namjoo smiled too happily. "It's just a small accident."

Maintaining her composure, Namjoo refilled the glasses. Wiped down the glasses. Doing all this with him watching her carefully. Also feeling the shudder run up and down her spine.

"Your glass," she handed him a cup. "We shouldn't keep your wife waiting too long."

"It's all right. She's a patient one," Sangki followed her a little too closely. "Told her I went to use the restroom. I'll just say I ran into you on my way back."

Namjoo's brow twitched when he walked past her with his hand sliding across her waist. Without looking back he walked right into the lounge room. Endearingly calling out for his wife.

Sucking in a breath, Namjoo forced herself to follow.

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Running his hands across the rim of the silver frame Sehun sunk into his chair. Admiring the ultrasound picture he'd made a copy of before arriving. Of course, he would replace it with the actual human being when he or she arrived. For now this also made him very happy.

His baby.

Laughing to himself glad. This was the first picture on his desk. He would cherish it.

Sehun rose up to go attend an annual weekly meeting, which included his father and Namjoo's father, several other men. Dropping back into his seat when his phone rang. The call was coming from home.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Ah...sir." He recognized the younger housekeeper's voice.

Straightening alert, he asked, "What's going on?"