CHAP 39

                                    

                                          
**Chapter 39: A Love That Overflows**  
The Jeon mansion, usually silent and composed, was now filled with soft baby cries and the shuffle of footsteps. Mingyu lay propped up on the enormous bed in their room, looking both amused and exasperated as Wonwoo bustled around like a man on a mission.  
“Wonwoo, I’m fine,” Mingyu groaned for the tenth time that morning, his voice a mix of exhaustion and humor. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”  
Wonwoo shot him a pointed look, his arms full of pillows as he arranged them meticulously around Mingyu’s reclining form. “Doctor’s orders. Complete bed rest means no getting up, no straining, and definitely no arguments.”  
Mingyu chuckled, wincing slightly at the pull in his abdomen. “You’re taking this way too seriously.”  
Wonwoo placed the last pillow with a satisfied nod before leaning down to press a kiss to Mingyu’s forehead. “Of course, I’m taking it seriously. You’re recovering, Gyu. You and our little princess are my top priorities now.”  
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As if on cue, the baby’s soft cries echoed from the nursery. Mingyu moved to get up, but Wonwoo gently but firmly pushed him back down.  
“Nope. Stay. I’ll get her.”  
Wonwoo disappeared into the adjoining room and returned moments later with their daughter cradled in his arms. She was tiny, bundled in a soft blanket, her small face scrunched up as she whimpered.  
“She was probably missing her papa,” Wonwoo murmured with a soft smile, settling down beside Mingyu on the bed. He handed the baby over carefully, ensuring Mingyu didn’t have to strain.  
Mingyu sighed as he held their daughter close, her little hand brushing against his chest. “You’re spoiling us, you know.”  
Wonwoo’s deep chuckle rumbled through the room. “And I’ll keep doing it. No complaints allowed.”  
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The days passed in a blur of diapers, feedings, and midnight cries. Mingyu quickly realized that Wonwoo, the feared mafia boss, had completely transformed into a doting husband and father.  
Wonwoo would wake at the faintest sound of the baby stirring, often letting Mingyu sleep through the night. He handled everything with a grace that surprised even him—bottle warming, diaper changing, rocking the baby to sleep.  
Mingyu often watched from his bed, both amused and touched by the sight of his stoic husband cooing softly to their daughter or humming lullabies that were slightly off-key.  
“You’re a natural,” Mingyu teased one evening as Wonwoo walked around the room with the baby nestled against his shoulder.  
Wonwoo glanced at him, his lips quirking into a small smile. “She makes it easy. Look at her.” He gently lowered the baby into the bassinet and tucked her in, his movements tender and deliberate.  
Turning back to Mingyu, he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing stray hair from Mingyu’s face. “And you make it easy too,” he added softly. “I’d do anything for you, Gyu.”  
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Mingyu rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. “You’re getting too sappy, Jeon Wonwoo.”  
Wonwoo laughed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Mingyu’s lips. “You’re stuck with me, sap and all.”  
Though Mingyu liked to tease, he couldn’t deny the warmth that filled his chest every time he saw the love in Wonwoo’s eyes. Even when the nights were long, and the baby was fussy, Wonwoo’s devotion never wavered.  
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One afternoon, Mingyu caught Wonwoo sitting by the bassinet, his fingers lightly brushing their daughter’s tiny hand as he whispered something Mingyu couldn’t quite make out.  
“What are you saying to her?” Mingyu asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.  
Wonwoo looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just telling her how much I love her. And how lucky she is to have you as her papa.”  
Mingyu’s heart swelled, and he reached out to intertwine his fingers with Wonwoo’s. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”  
Wonwoo squeezed his hand gently. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Mingyu. You and her.”  
In that moment, as the three of them sat together in their little cocoon of love, Mingyu couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. Even if Wonwoo’s fussing was over the top, it was the kind of love Mingyu wouldn’t trade for the world.