The Flowers We Saw

Hard Times

Sehun tried not to make a U-turn back to Doyoon's. Retrieve his sister and just bring her with him to Namjoo's where she could be safe. He was flanked by traffic at the red lights. Blocked off from turning around, so he drove straight to Namjoo's.

It was late. He was making her wait for him again. He wondered if this evening Kihoon was sleeping already. He yearned for Namjoo's hug. The safety of her arms. To relish in the warmth of her comfort.

Namjoo was in the kitchen in front of the stove when he walked in. Cozily wrapped up in one of her aprons. Peering over her shoulder with a pretty smile. "You're back?"

Hurrying right over he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

She giggled. "What's this?"

Pressing his face into her cheek he relaxed against her. Feeling his sorrow diminish. "I just want to hug you for a while."

"Did something happen?" Namjoo worried.

"Lets talk later." He said. Peering at the pot he asked, "What are you making?"

"It's potato soup."

"Is that dinner?"

"Yours is in the fridge."

"Then what's this for?"

"Just figured I should keep myself busy while I wait for you." She said.

"Kihoon sleeping?"

Namjoo gestured toward the living room. "He wanted to wait for daddy, but fell asleep. Go wake him up. He missed you."

"Ok." He pressed his lips against her face one more time before letting go. Taking his time, he went to find Kihoon knocked out cutely on the couch. An arm was bent, angled by his tiny head that was turned to the side. A line of drool traveled from mouth to cheek.

Sehun playfully pinched his nose. Stroking a hand up his face into his silky black hair. He could tell Namjoo had bathed him because he was in his pajamas and was wearing a diaper. The baby wash smelled strongly. Regardless of time, Kihoon was always going to be their baby.

"Hey, little guy," Sehun called shaking him. "Look who's home?"

Kihoon tiredly opened his eyes but not all the way. His head leaned back as his eyes fully shut. Sehun laughed under his breath happily. Carrying Kihoon he pushed the door to his room open. Finding his way to the toddler sized bed and tucked his exhausted son in. Namjoo was finishing up by the time he walked out.

"He's that sleepy, huh?" she asked without looking at him.

"He must've had fun today," he commented.

"Well," Namjoo paused for a second, "he had fun."

From where he stood in front of Kihoon's bedroom he let his eyes run over her. Soaking in the view of her. Six months apart and heartbreak in between. It didn't ever seem to be enough, because he was still insecure and scared of losing her any day.

That maybe Namjoo might change her mind about him. Scared that outside influences would befall them once more. This time he would lose her for good and six months would extend into a longer period of time.

If his parents could make him feel like rubbish, what about her parents?

Abruptly flying forward, he wheeled her away from the stove into his arms. Hugging her tightly against his body. Cupping the back of her head and burying his face into her hair.

"Sehun..."

"Don't say anything." He begged. "Please."

His parents may be ashamed of the circumstances surrounding his marriage, but he was never ashamed of Namjoo or of the fact that they'd married because she was pregnant. She had never been a mistake.