Father's Day

                                    

                                          
Ri Jeong Hyeok opened his eyes at the feeling of cool palm against his forehead.
                          
"Are you feeling any better, Ri Jeong Hyeok-ssi?"
                          
He only hummed in response. 
                          
"Oh no, you are still warm." She said as she brushed his cheek.
                          
He only hummed again and snuggling his wife closer.
                          
Yoon Se Ri smiled at her husband's behavior. He is such a baby sometimes. 
                          
"What time is it?" he asked.
                          
She lifted her head, looking over at the clock on his side of the bed. "Almost 10. Is there anything that you want to do, Honey?"
                          
"Sleep. I feel so sick. I can't go anywhere." He grumbled, hunkering down into his pillow further.
                          
"My poor grumpy bear" she pouted, pulling her hand from the mattress to touch his forehead again. Brushing his hair back, she touched the back of her fingers to his cheek, leaned down, kissing his naked shoulder and neck before retreating to climb out of the bed. He never stirred, lost in sleep once again.
                          
It was almost summer in Switzerland. But Ri Jeong Hyeok got cold out of nowhere. They were supposed to celebrate Father's Day with their children. Since Ri Jeong Hyeok was slumber in their bed, the Father's day celebration had to wait. 
                          
At first, Se Ri and the children were planning to make some breakfast for Jeong Hyeok, next was probably breakfast in bed. But Papa Bear was sick, and Se Ri didn't want to risk the whole family caught a cold.
                          
Once Se Ri walked down the stairs, she saw all three kids were playing in the living room. The twins were almost two, and they can play well without Mama or Appa. Se Ri could tell they were drawing something, probably for their Appa. She just smiled and made her way to the kitchen.
                          
Da Eun, Ji Hun, and Jin Woo were good children. They listening to their parents and rarely make any tantrums. They ate any food that their parents put into their mouths. On Da Eun's sixth birthday, Se Ri's mother bought her a pack of crayons. Since then, Jeong Hyeok and Se Ri's nightmare come true. Not only Da Eun, but the twins also enjoyed their sister's crayon. They found it necessary to paint every blank corner of the house with their artistic touch. Se Ri blamed Jeong Hyeok for that, she told him that she had no artistic DNA in her body. 
                          
There was one time when Jeong Hyeok got home late from his business trip. His wife and children were already asleep, and he didn't have the heart to turn on the light and cause a commotion that would wake up the whole house. The next thing he knew was that he almost tripped on his feet because of a crayon lying on the floor. He cursed to himself. He was a captain for god sake! He sat on the floor, crossing his legs and crying -also laughing- to himself for the next 5 minutes. It was painful, alright. That crayon stabbed his heart and his pride more than he could handle.
                          
"Mama, look." Jin Woo ran to the kitchen excitedly. Proudly showing the messy scribble that he just made. 
                          
Se Ri looked at him in awe. "Did you make it for Appa? It looks so great, Booboo." Jin Woo nodded. "Appa sick." 
                          
"Yes, Appa is sick. Mama will bring it upstairs with his food later, okay?" Se Ri smiled. Gosh, they did really make 3 adorable and good looking children. 
                          
"Mama!" Ji Hun called her as he ran with his chubby little legs with another messy scribble. 
                          
"Wow, Ji Hun made a gift for Appa too? He will be so happy." Se Ri smiled from ear to ear. This must be the reason why people have a lot of children.
                          
"What about you, Da Eun-ah? You make something for Appa too?" 
                          
"Yes, Mama. I am not finished yet. I have to put more flowers." Da Eun answered softly, eyes still on her drawing.