One Hundred and-sixteen

                                    

                                          




Taehyung's pov 








As we walked through the neighborhood, I felt a sense of warmth wash over me. Fiora was beside me, her hand warm in mine, and for the first time in a while, I felt like things were starting to fall back into place. We were taking things one step at a time, and I was determined to prove to her that my love was genuine.




We soon came across the old ice-cream vendor we once visit. The same elderly lady was there, her eyes lighting up as she recognized us.



"Well, look who it is!" she exclaimed, her face breaking into a warm smile. "It's been a while, hasn’t it?"


I nodded, smiling back. "Yes, it has. How have you been?"


"Oh, same old, same old," she said, waving a hand dismissively. Then she looked at Fiora, her eyes twinkling with recognition.




"It’s good to see you both too. How have you been? The last time I saw you, Your wife was expecting young man." She beamed at us.



Fiora flushed immediately, her eyes darting to me with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. I couldn’t help but smirk, remembering the little lie I had told to keep other men away from her. My possessiveness sometimes got the better of me, and this was one of those times.



"Actually, we had twins," I said, pride evident in my voice, placing my hand of her belly I uttered, "And we have another one on the way." 




"Taehyung!" My girl hissed, her voice low but fierce. "What on earth are you talking about?" 




"Twins! My goodness, how wonderful! And another one on the way? Congratulations!" Ajumma beamed at us. 





"Yeah, and there mother has her own cravings so here we are." I blurred, straching my neck, Glancing at Fiora who was shooting daggers at me. 





"That’s lovely. You two looked so happy together." Ajumma, smile widely.





Fiora, still glaring at me, managed a tight smile. "Yes, well, things are… complicated."




I squeezed her hand, giving her a reassuring look. "But we’re working through it."



Ajumma nodded  "That’s all you can do, dear. Just keep working at it."




We ordered our ice cream, and as we waited, I leaned closer to Fiora, keeping my voice low. "You’re still mad about the pregnancy lie, aren’t you?"





"You think?" she hissed, her cheeks still pink.




"You were being possessive and ridiculous," she shot back, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.




"Maybe," I admitted. "But you can’t deny it worked."



She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her amusement. "You're impossible."



"And you wouldn’t have me any other way," I teased.



"Now, take these on the house. Consider it a little gift for the growing family." Ajumma said handling us our ice-creams. 





As we walked away, savoring our ice cream, I glanced over at Fiora, to see her pink cheeks I couldn't help but giggle. Soon I'll make all these lies true.