Dating the Demanding

                                    

                                          
Yoon Se Ri POV
                          
I let out a long sigh and reclines my body to lean on the pillows Jeong Hyeok has stacked for me. We sit on the bed in the attic, our love nest where it all began. I thought it was only a casual fling, and not once ever crossed my mind that this fling would result in a commitment of a lifetime. To be a mother.
                          
"How are you, Yoon Se Ri?" he softly asks.
                          
"I'm better today. How are you, Jeong Hyeok?"
                          
"I'm fine. Still processing it, but I'm glad you're here."
                          
"This pregnancy is harder than I thought and I got too exhausted a couple of times. Fainted twice this week, I guess Jin Ah has told you."
                          
"So you are, pregnant. I'm happy that you have decided to keep it."
                          
"Of course I'm keeping it. I may not look domestic at all, but having children is one of the many things I want for my future. The timing is a bit unexpected, but it's fine."
                          
"Se Ri," Jeong Hyeok fixes his eye on me, then carefully asks, "Is it mine? My child?"
                          
"Yes," I hold his hand on mine, smiling, "it's our child, Jeong Hyeok."
                          
He can't hide his emotion. He smiles and pulls me in his arm to hug me. Now I get emotional too. Running his fingers on my hair and soothe my back. I feel his nose on my hair and his lips kissing my temple.
                          
"Se Ri, baby, thank you. Thank you for bearing our child. I want to take responsibility. Let's do this together."
                          
I pull away from his hug, "stop right there.  I didn't ask, and I'm not asking you too, now."
                          
"What? Are you expecting someone else to?"
                          
"I don't know how can we work it out. What we have were a brief two months of fling-"
                          
"Fling?  I went crazy when you left without saying goodbye. I thought you were kidnapped, but then I checked on your things, no wallet no phone no passport. You were running away," his tone gets higher, as he gets emotional.
                          
"You knew then that it was my own will to leave, but then why did I hear that you came to London?"
                          
"I saw on the news, about Yoon Se Ri going to marry Yoo Jin Woo, and a picture of you two together. I thought that was you, I didn't know that you have a twin."
                          
"What were you expecting from me by coming there?"
                          
"I found the pregnancy test packs. Four, all positive. Then a receipt of your visit to an obstetric. I wanted answers if that's my child, or it isn't. Don't you want our child to have a father?"
                          
"He will always have you as his father. I will never lie or conceal that fact. One day, I will bring our child here so you know each other, and maybe spend the school holiday here, or sort of. We can always arrange that."
                          
"What is that, Se Ri? Are you talking about we live our way, separately?" his voice turns even sternly now.
                          
"Ri Jeong Hyeok," I soothe his arm, intend to calm him down. 
                          
"I love you, and now I'm carrying our child, you will always be someone special for us. Honestly, I want you to stay by my side. But think realistic, we have our responsibilities, as for you, to finish your study here. The doctorate study is not easy, no joke, I've seen how hard you're working on it, even for only two months. My world is in Seoul, not here. Until we can figure this out, I don't want to be a burden, " I softly say to him.
                          
I want to be a mother and he desperately wants to play his role as the father. He is the father, but what he wants is also living and raising our child together. Not that I don't want to, I do. But in Seoul where my world is. My family, friends, company. Everything.