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"Do you have your chargers?"

"Yes"

"Did you charge all your gadgets?"

"Yes"

"Did you charge your power bank?"

"I did"

"What about your clothes? Did you bring enough pajamas? Did you pack your toothbrush and toothpaste?"

"I packed them already."

"I put in your work shirts in a separate vacuum bag so it remains crisp. If it's wrinkled , get it to the reception and get it ironed."

"I know babe..." Tiffany stared at her wife who was clearly checking everything for her again.

"Don't wear wrinkled shirt to the convention okay?" Taeyeon nagged

"Yes boo..." Tiffany replied while staring at her sleeping daughter.

"What else did I miss? I got your shirts ironed and kept in a vacuum. Your skirts and pants are also in another vacuum bag. Don't wear it if it's-

"Wrinkled.., I know babe." Tiffany interrupted her wife and stood up walking towards Taeyeon

"I'll miss you." Taeyeon said sadly

"I'll miss you two more."

"Let's go. I need to sent you to the bus station for your conference. Do you need anti motion sickness medication?"

"Babe... I'm a doctor. In a bus full of doctors. I think I can handle myself in a medical situation."

"Alrighty..." Taeyeon hoisted the sleeping baby up and clipped her into her car seat.

"Perfumes?"

"I got it already. And if I don't , you sprayed all my shirt and pants with perfume. I'll still smell amazing."

"Don't let anyone else get that close to smell you" Taeyeon warned earning a chuckle from the surgeon.

"I'll only let you smell me... and taste me" Tiffany said seductively to her wife's ear. "I know.. and I did..last night" Taeyeon said and lingered her finger nearby her wife's hips. "You like your birthday gifts?"

"Your personalized gifts are always the best... though I prefer the strip dance you gave me for the previous birthday."

"Hmmm... I'll reconsider a belated birthday gift to you." Tiffany stood closer to her wife and traced her lips with her fingers. Taeyeon playfully bit her wife's finger.

"Let's go.. or you'll be late."

"I hate what you're wearing." Taeyeon looked at herself.

"Why? "

"Must you wear such professional dress that's so figure hugging? And that hair?"

"What's wrong with me?" Taeyeon asked

"You look so fucking hot!"

"Language Ppani-ah..." Taeyeon got into her car and wait for her wife to enter before moving to the bus station. Tiffany grabbed a hold of her wife's hand and held it , releasing it occasionally to let her change gears.

"Sent me videos and pictures okay. Don't forget." Tiffany reminded.

"I won't. Besides you'll be blasting me with messages every few minutes."

They reached the bus station but there was no one there yet. "Why is it so empty? Where are your colleagues? Did you get the time wrong? Or the day wrong?"