So last chapter was supposed to be something completely different but while I was at work I was thinking of all the stuff I could add if they had a kid, and... Well you saw what happened lol.
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Yixing's POV
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Tiny crying penetrated the fog in my brain. I lifted myself onto my elbows, glancing over. I smiled as I caught a tiny tuft of black hair underneath the covers. I kissed DaeHyun's head and rolled onto my back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and rising.
"Where are you going?" I paused as a husky voice called out into the night. Another soft smile ticked the corners of my lips up and I turned to face my husband, half sitting up in the bed, gazing at me with unfocused eyes. I chuckled to myself, striding back across the bedroom and fixing the collar of his shirt that attempted to fall off.
"ChaoXing is crying," I explained. "You got up with her last night. It's my turn." He sighed and dropped back onto the mattress, pulling DaeHyun closer to himself. I smiled fondly at the sight for a few moments more before finally making my way out into the hall and to the room built directly next to Junmyeon's. "Hello little princess," I sing songed as I approached her crib. At my voice, her cries lessened, but didn't die down. "I bet you're hungry, aren't you?" I continued, reaching down and lifting her from the crib.
After DaeHyun's third birthday, Junmyeon and I talked again about children. We agreed we wanted another one, and he told me this time it was my turn for a biological child. I debated, for several months actually, asking Ying Yue to do it. But she had a new boyfriend, and I didn't feel like bothering the new life she was building herself with it. So we, Junmyeon and I, went and met with a few doctors, quietly placing a plea out for surrogates with some royal blood in them somewhere.
That's where Xiao Jian came in. I'd never heard of her until that moment, but apparently her father, a wealthy entrepreneur, and my father knew each other quite well. Why he'd never mentioned their family, I would never know. But Xiao Jian was as sweet as could be, quietly agreeing with everything we set up. Her pregnancy had remained largely calm, which was drastically different than Hyeja's. Xiao Jian got morning sickness a few times, but otherwise the baby never seemed to bother her much. Her labor, however, was almost an all day affair, starting at seven at night and ending at four in the evening the following day. But now we had our darling baby girl.
"Papa's little sweetheart," I whispered as I padded quietly down to the kitchen, ChaoXing balanced in my arms. "My precious girl." I peppered her face in featherlight kisses, which halted her cries in their tracks. I loved DaeHyun dearly. He was our firstborn; our bouncing baby boy. But having a girl... It was something else entirely. I warmed her bottle in the warmer as I danced circles with her in my arms around the kitchen island, singing soft Chinese lullabies. I never knew how much I wanted a baby girl until she was here. Now I couldn't picture a life without her.
I snuck back up the stairs and to her nursery, being wary of the last stair since it had a tendency to creak and I didn't want to wake my family. I settled myself into the rocking chair next to her crib, gently guiding the nipple of the bottle into her mouth. I rocked back and forth and listened to her little sucking sounds, feeling her tiny fingers wrap around my pinky. I never knew I could fall in love all over again until I had children. And fall I did, hard.
"Papa?" I glanced up to see a small figure framed in the doorway. DaeHyun rubbed his eyes with one hand. In the other he held onto his baby blanket, a blue blanket with cartoon sheep, much like the shirt Junmyeon used to wear. It had been a gift from Heechan for DaeHyun, and the only blanket he'd accepted for so long.
"Hello sweet boy," I greeted softly. "What are you doing up?" DaeHyun dragged his feet until he was standing in front of me. His lower lip wobbled a bit and he stretched his arms out.
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Royal Temptations
RomanceJunmyeon thought he knew exactly how his life would play out. At sixteen he was being groomed to take the throne from his father in the future. He was meeting other young royalty in hopes of finding his companion in life. That was, of course, before...
