Yongsun and Byul-YI were standing in the yard of their future house.

The massage therapist looked at her fiancée with a shocked expression.

__ I can’t believe you did all that in secret. I thought the foundation of the house was finished. Not the entire house.

Smiling, the architect wrapped her arms around the younger one’s neck.

__ That’s not right. You could say the skeleton is done. I brought you here to discuss the color of the walls, the types of tiles...

__ Huh? Decoration and ... So respectful, Yongsun-ah.__ Byul-YI mumbled with a hint of irony.

The black-haired woman placed a peck on her lover’s lips and replied:

__ I also want you to tell me where the baby’s bedroom should be. I mean... that will be converted into a teen’s room someday. So I don’t think it would be appropriate to have it beside ours.

Widening her eyes, the taller one spoke with a faint voice:

__ Baby’s... bedroom? Yong, are you really mentioning a baby?

Grinning, Yongsun nodded:

__ Haven’t you said a thousand times that I’m gonna be your children’s mother?

Pulling the older one by the hips, the taller one winked:

__ Yeah. Because I am your destiny. But I didn’t expect you to say that.

__ Actually, I’ve been thinking about it, and... I’d love to carry a tiny Byul.__ The brunette blushed.

The handsome female’s eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed:

__ Ddunieeee! Am I dreaming or something?

__ I mean it. If you don’t mind me being the one to carry our baby.__ The architect hid her face in her lover’s neck.

The massage therapist giggled and lifted Yongsun.

She let her woman slide down slowly and they both got aroused because of their bodies’ friction. 

Byul-YI kissed the black-haired one intensely, and Yongsun moaned loudly.

__ Babe... There are people working in the house. Take it easy.

__ It was just a kiss.__ The massage therapist laughed naughtily.

Yongsun faked a slap on her lover before placing a peck on her lips.

__ About you carrying our baby, I can’t wait to pamper you during pregnancy.__ Byul-YI declared.

Widening her eyes, the older one spoke and her voice cracked:

__ Byul Byul, calm down. We should go slowly. How about we wait a couple of years?

The handsome female smirked and responded:

__ Don’t worry, Yong. I want to enjoy my wife a lot before we become mothers. 2 or 3 years go by fast.

__ Great. So let’s go inside. I left my spare laptop in the house. We can use it to pick the paintings, tiles, and anything else.

Shaking her head, Byul-YI smiled again and commented:

__ We are certainly meant to