Jiyong moved around a bit in his sleep, confused as to why he couldn’t move much. He felt like there was something heavy on his chest.

Oh right, Sandara...

He slowly opened an eye and peered down at a head of black hair moving up and down softly with every breath he took. He could see the tip of her nose and how she was curled up comfortably against him.

Thoughts of the previous night filled his head. All the touches, looks, sounds. He loved her, probably even more now after starting a family, but he needed to feel close. He had missed her and didn’t realize how badly.

She moved around a bit, almost as if sensing he was already awake. Her face moved upwards a little and her lips parted. Jiyong smiled at the look on her face. No matter what dirty deeds she did, how much she drank at parties or events, Sandara managed to always look innocent and angelic. To him, she was the definition of purity.

The moment she started to move again, he took it as a signal to make his move. His hands slid across her shoulders and gently pulled her in while he leaned down to kiss her cheek and then lips sweetly.

“Wake up my sweet princess… Wake uuup!.” He smiled and gently caressed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered opened.

“Mmmm, good morning to you too.” She softly groaned, not wanting to get up just yet. “Did you sleep well?”

Jiyong carefully rolled them over and laid her comfortably on the bed. He supported his body over hers and left their legs tangled together as best he could without crushing her. He didn’t answer right away and looked at her up and down. Her hair was a mess, the bags under her eyes fading but still there, and her hickeys were beginning to settle on her neck. Guilt flooded him at the sight of the small marks. She didn’t always like hickeys since he didn’t do them often.

“I did, but you need more rest baby girl. I’m going to prepare everyone some breakfast, get us some clothes, just pamper you.” He her hair gently, a smile plastered on his face. “Are you sore?”

Her cheeks turned pink at his last few words. “A-a little bit, but it’s okay. I g-got used to it when I walked over to feed Youngmi.”

“I’ll take care of it then.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss her collarbone.

“What about your work?”

“I spent longer hours the past few days so that I could spend time with you and Youngmi today. You both are my focus.” His lips left a trail on her skin and she giggled.

“Are you going to make me omelets?”

“Mhmmmmm”

“What about kimchi fried rice?”

“Mmmmmm, sure…?

“Ooooh, what about ramyun?”

His head moved back up and he burst out laughing. “Baby, I’m going to go ahead and get food because I think someone is hungry.” He as he got up off the bed and rolled over to get off. “Do you want me to get you as much food as I can?”

“Yes please!” She pecked his lips before he moved away. “Don't forget to get dressed. Your mother is going around with Youngmi.”

He walked over to their dresser and started picking out underwear for them. She laughed as she saw him in all his glory from behind and wolf whistled.

“Wow, what a hunk.” She giggled to herself.

“Yaaaaaaah.” He slid on some boxers before making his way back to her. “Mrs. Kwon, if you would please allow me to help you get ready.”

“Oh, thank you Mr. Kwon.”

She opened her covers and slid herself towards the edge. He very gently pulled her feet up to slide her on and followed with a bra and socks.

“Is it okay if I get you a simple shirt and some sweatpants? “

“Sweatpants or shorts are both fine baby.” She fixed her bra, cheeks red. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her torso.

“Sandara…” He sighed softly and shook his head as he put on some pajama panst and a white T-shirt. He took shorts, a simple shirt and a loose sweater to her, knowing it was her prefered outfit.

“Sorry…” She took the clothes and dressed herself quickly.

“You relax and I’ll be back soon, okay?” He came in to kiss her forehead gently and moved away to go to the kitchen.

Sandara looked down at the bed and made up her mind to not let her soreness get the best of her.

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Jiyong hummed to himself as he took care of everything in the kitchen. He had always been neat and organized but he knew Sandara was even pickier about the way everything was organized. She had kept everything well stocked and organized so he knew he needed to maintain her level of tidiness. Her organization had improved after she started to learn how to cook. Her style was more precise and it was how she got her skills to finally flourish. She went from burning toast, leaving eggshells in dishes to preparing full meals with fresh kimchi and just cooked bean sprouts.

He was wearing her apron as he fiddled around with ramyun and the kimchi for her kimchi fried rice. He was too focused to notice his mother enter with his daughter in her arms.

“Mmm, are you making this for all of us?”

“Gyaaa!” He held his chest and set the spatula he was holding on the counter. “Mother...you could have given me a warning.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just had to see what you were cooking.” Youngmi wiggled around and looked for the source of her father’s voice.

“Ah, well I’m going to make enough leftovers for you to have anything you like. Dee requested some things.” He pointed to his ingredients before reaching in to kiss his mother’s cheek and his daughter’s head. “Did you want anything else?”

“No, I’m fine. Just make sure that she doesn’t eat too much of anything. Her body is passing down nutrients to Youngmi as w