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“Bom-ah, don’t sleep here. Let's go to the bedroom.”
Saebom could hear a very familiar sound and soft touch on her shoulder. She opens her eyes slowly, only to find her husband, Jung Yihyun, in front of him.
“Did you just arrive? What time is it now?” Yihyun helps her sits as Saebom wipes her eyes and yawns. Her husband sits beside her and takes off his jacket.
“It's 2 AM. Happy new year, Bom-ah.” Yihyun hugs Saebom and kiss her temple. “Thank you for staying with me, thank you for being healthy and growing Uyu well.” He smiles widely, strokes his wife’s hair.
Saebom couldn’t help but smile despite her annoyance of Yihyun coming back home late even during new year’s eve.
“Happy new year, Hyuna. You are forgiven because you are too sweet. And your daughter makes me puke a lot if I got angry at her father.” She cups her husband tired face.
Mentioning their daughter just lighten up Yihyun mood. They just know the gender of the baby last week during the last checkup. He couldn’t be more happy than this—they are having a daughter, little Saebom will running around the house. Yihyun couldn't help but grinning ear to ear when he heard the doctor explained to them last week.
“How was work? Anyone still working at the station?” asks Saebom to her husband.
“It was horrible, homicide during new year’s eve, some staff are still there, but I managed sneak out to go home. Sorry for not spending new year with you and Uyu.”
They have been calling their daughter Uyu, because the first weeks of Saebom’s pregnancy, the only thing that she could digest without feeling nauseous was milk. Yihyun was worried sick at her wife at that time. Thank God those phase was over and since last week Saebom has been gradually getting back to her usual appetite.
He instinctively reaches out to Saebom’s belly. Saebom used to it by now. “Hi baby, you are good to your mother today? You didn’t make her sick a lot, right?”
Saebom hasn’t really showing at 16 weeks, even though everyday Saebom protested that a lot of her clothes do not fit anymore. Her slender figures still looks the same if anyone doesn’t really put closer attention. She is only a bit thick in her belly, which was still unnoticeable if she wears her uniform. Although, Yihyun already felt the differences. Saebom feels different, she is softer especially on her hips and breasts which he didn’t mind, but he didn’t have the courage to tell her that. Mind you, if he tells her that, he will definitely sleeping in the station for one week.
“I wish you could feel the flutters in my belly everytime you call her. It feels weird.” Saebom strokes her husband hair. “I don’t feel nauseous today, which is good and as predicted by the doctor. But I feel sleepy all the time. I almost left my car at the office today.”
“Then do not drive to your office by yourself. I’ll drive you next time.” Yihyun looks concerned. “It’s dangerous, Yoon Saebom.” His tone is getting harder.
“I know. Okay, I will be happy if you could do that.” Saebom thinks that it’s better to just agree with Yihyun suggestion now, rather than disagreeing which could leads to another fights.
Maybe it’s her pregnancy hormone, mixed with Yihyun over-protectiveness since they knew about the pregnancy, but Saebom remembers that they have been fighting for the past few weeks. It was tiring. And the fights wasn’t even for serious thing, such as Saebom’s eating habit, her works, Yihyun works, and other anecdotal things.
“Hyuna, are you tired? Do you want to go out?” Saebom asks her husband. Yihyun looks at her confused.
“Do you mean now?”
“Yes, now as in now. If you are tired then we can go in the morning,” replies Saebom.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere you wanted. I just need to go out with you, we rarely spent time together these days.” Saebom smiles widely at her husband.
“Okay then, let’s go!”
In just 30 minutes, they arrived at a very quiet beach. Yihyun stops his car not too far from the water. Saebom is exiting the car and running lightly on the sand. She looks like a penguin with her oversized coat and layers of clothes that Yihyun insisted her to wear.
“Yaaah, Yoon Saebom be careful!” Yihyun shouts at his wife, even though he’s grinning like a fool looking at Saebom’s excitement. The cold wind of winter splashing their face.
“I remember this beach.” Saebom approaches Yihyun who stands beside the car. “We went here after the SAT.” Saebom took Yihyun hands and interwined her fingers there.
“Yeah, that time we were taking whatever bus passed in front of our school, the bus passed this area and then you said we should stop here.” Yihyun grins, he squeezed Saebom hands and pulls her closer. “Amazing how those 12 years ago brought us here again. In this position, with you as my wife.”
“Don’t get sappy, Jung Yihyun. My hormones could get me crying,” Saebom pouts and hugs him.
Yihyun pulls back from the embrace, which annoyed Saebom. Before Saebom could protest, he took something from his pocket. A box.
“Hyuna…”
“Bom-ah. I am sorry it took me this long to give you this. I told you before that I will propose to you properly.” Yihyun smiles widely as he opens the box.
Two simple gold bands laying there. Saebom closed her mouth with her hands, she is surprised that Yihyun could get this far.
“I know that we are already married and have a baby on the way. But let me ask you properly this time.”
Yihyun looks at his wife intently. “When I met you that day, I knew that I met my destiny. I knew it back then that it was only a matter of time until we arrived at this moment. Even though we were not doing everything in orderly and our life was somehow chaotic, but I couldn’t imagine spending another years of chaotic life with anyone else but you as my wife. Yoon Saebom, will you stay with me for the remaining of our lifetime as my life partner, my wife?”
Saebom couldn’t help but cry at his husband’s words. Blame it to the hormones.
“Yes, of course yes or Uyu will not have a father.” She tries to reply to Yihyun between her sobs. Yihyun laughs hearing his wife’s words.
He put the ring into Saebom’s left ring finger. He kissed her hand, with the scars across it that reminds him the tragedy last year. Feeling spaced and overwhelmed, Saebom looks at her husband and smiles.
“Put the other ring on me, Bom-ah.” Yihyun is looking at his wife, anxious and happy at the same time. She puts another ring into Yihyun finger.
Yihyun smiles widely as if he could split his face through this smile. He kissed Saebom deeply, muttered I love you repeatedly as it was never enough spoken. They stay like that for a moment, trying to bask into the happiness they felt.
Saebom fell asleep on their way back home from the beach. Yihyun is still grinning and keep glancing at his finger. Now it hits closer to the reality. There was a guilt from him before, like why he didn’t even had the courage to do this sooner, even before the whole fake marriage thing. But he quickly brushed off the thought, as Saebom always reminded him, let’s living the moment without regret.
They arrived at the apartment compound, when it reached the parking lot, Yihyun tries to waking up his wife. Saebom smiles on her peaceful sleep, Yihyun doesn’t have the heart to wake her up, so he just staring at his sleeping wife for a moment. Saebom stirs and opens her eyes.
“Oh we are here? Why don’t you wake me up?” She asks her husband who is grinning widely.
“We just arrived and I was about to wake you up, but you sleep too peacefully,” he smoothed Saebom’s jacket. “Let’s go home, it’s getting colder here.”
Saebom and Yihyun walk hand in hand until they reach the apartment.
Under the dim light of the apartment the mood slowly become romantic. Saebom and Yihyun smiles lovingly at each other, every time they see the glistening bands on their hands. When Yihyun is about to sit down in the living room to continue his work, Saebom slips her hand on his, pulling his head down for a lingering kiss and stopping his husband from working. Yihyun smiles at Saebom’s act. He kisses back deeper and pushing Saebom to their bedroom.
They enters the bedroom slowly, still kissing. Yihyun lets Saebom to lead because he is not sure how far he could go with her condition, he lets her set the pace. Yihyun carefully put Saebom on his lap, which made her gasps. They pull back from kissing, only to takes off the remaining of their clothes. Saebom cups Yihyun face and gives him a trailing kisses along his Adam’s apple to his shoulder. Her hands gripping his back steady and sure.
“You are going to be the dead of me,” Yihyun breaths shakily. Saebom presses another deep kiss to her husband, trailing against his jawline to his ear. Yihyun pushes Saebom gently to the bed, Saebom leans back and circle her hands to his husband’s neck.
“It’s okay, Hyuna. The doctor said it is okay,” Saebom reassures her husband who has been hesitating to continue their make out session to another step. Yihyun places a chaste kiss on Saebom's jaw. His hand is stroking her thigh. Moans coming out of Saebom, “Don’t stop,” she puts her hands on his back, squeezing it as Yihyun slowly trailing the kisses to her lower down of her body.
Making love to Saebom has always made him feel brand new. It’s like he is experiencing the fall from that building all over again. With her approval, he continues praising her, the mother of his child, until both are breathless as they reach the peak. Yihyun lays beside his wife and kisses her temples. He scoots his wife closer and wrap himself around her. Saebom smiles at him. This is home.