𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚! ; 𝙝𝙨𝙬 ✔️

𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮

It was Seungwoo's birthday. Twenty-nine. Every birthday that passed for him still caused me to feel astounded at how young he was. He'd gotten married at twenty-six and had his first kid before he even turned twenty-seven. And now Haneul was three and we're expecting our second baby.

It still felt crazy to me.

Seungwoo's soft little snuffling breaths stirred my hair. I burrowed closer to his warm body, wrapping my arms and legs around him like I didn't want to let him go. I didn't want to let him go. A day without my husband felt like forever.

Seungwoo had come home last night, just for me. I didn't expect him to stay, but maybe now that he knew I was pregnant and recently we'd had the conversation about compromise, we could actually compromise.

We both just wanted to be included in our decisions. I wasn't asking him to give up his career. I didn't want him to give up his career. And he wants me to carefully weigh my options.

I wanted him and he wanted me, too. We both wanted each other.

A soft kiss on my head drew me from my thoughts.

"Seungwoo? You awake?"

"Mmm."

His sleepy hum tugged at my heart.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"Thanks. Happy birthday." Seungwoo yawned and squeezed me.

I stifled a laugh. "It's not my birthday, sleepy head."

"Shh." He kissed my hair. "It can be your birthday if you want it to be."

"I don't. I want it to be your birthday." I buried my nose in his sweatshirt and took a deep breath.

Seungwoo laughed and I felt it rumble in his chest. "Are you smelling me?"

"Yeah." I continued with my sniffing, undeterred by his teasing laughter.

"Why?"

"You smell good." I kissed his chest, then slipped a hand under his sweatshirt to stroke his stomach. He giggled and scooched away, as he was rather ticklish. "I missed it."

Seungwoo gently carded his fingers through my hair. "I missed you, too."

"Pfft. Yeah, right. You were too busy hanging with all those Instagram hotties and your friends. And Jinhwan, what the fuck, Seungwoo? What the fuck?"

"You're not allowed to speak his name." Seungwoo murmured into my hair. "Never again. You can't even watch his music videos. No singing along to his songs in the car, or while you're cleaning, or in the shower. No. More. Jinhwan."

"He doesn't really wanna sleep with me, Seungwoo. I'm just a fan."

"Right." Seungwoo agreed sarcastically. "That's why he went through the pictures on my phone and sent himself all the ones of you in bikini."

I gasped. "He did not."

"He did. You can look at my phone and see for yourself." Seungwoo turned away from me to retrieve his phone from the nightstand. I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around his body, unwilling to create space between us. Seungwoo handed me his phone. "Check it out."

He hummed to himself, playing with his hair as I went through his text messages. I saw a section labelled "Hana" and felt very tempted to glance through those, but resisted. Scrolling down, I eventually spotted the one labelled "Kim Jinhwan" and opened it with glee.