You heard him before you saw him. Your husband walked into the house, stomping the snow off his boots and you heard him pause to take off his jacket. You waltzed out of the kitchen and took it from him. “Let me.”

            He startled. “Hon, it’s past midnight.”

            “I know. And you weren’t home. If you aren’t sleeping, then I don’t have to sleep either.”

            Yongguk shook his head and grinned at you. He planted a cold palm against your cheek and you flinched. “You’re so cold,” you fussed. You grabbed his hands and blew your breath on them, rubbing it to warm it.

            He smiled at you and you wiped away some of the water that dropped on his sports jacket. He stopped you by holding your hand. You looked at him and saw that he was fighting to hide his gummy smile. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

            You blushed and dropped his hand, turning away to go into the kitchen. “I made soup, Yongguk.” He grabbed your hand and held it tightly in his. His gently applied pressure only caused you to blush fiercer. He was such an idiot. If he didn’t deserve you, then he must have been a miracle given to you.

            You the stove to warm the soup you had ready. You busied around the kitchen, taking out the bread and heating the noodles you had made. Every once in a while you would look at him and see him stare at you. He sat in his chair and had his chin propped up on his slim fingers. Whenever your eyes would meet, he would smile at you and your stomach would swoop and turn in circles.

            Your hands shook slightly when you poured the soup into the bowl. You placed it in front of him and he accepted the spoon from you, kissing the back of your hand as he did it. You looked down at your feet and Yongguk laughed.

            “How long have we been married?” he asked you.

            You pulled a chair and sat across from him. “Six months.”

            “Six months. And we’ve dated for three years before that. Why are you still so shy around me?”

            You tapped the bread and noodles. “Eat. You had a long day at work. I can tell. Your hair has finger marks. I know raking your fingers through your hair is a habit when you’re stressed. Eat,” you urged.

            He didn’t and continued to stare at you. You were getting embarrassed. “Yongguk!” you threw up your hands in almost a protest. “Can’t you please just eat? Stop asking me these pointless questions.”

            He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But won’t you eat with me?”

            You shook  your head. “I already ate.”

            “It’s lonely eating by myself though. A little bit?”

            You moved your chair closer and picked up the spoon he had placed down. “Here, drink up,” you fed him. He drank it happily and even grabbed onto the spoon playfully. You let out a tiny laugh and poked his nose. “Gukkie, you’re so silly.”

            He grabbed your finger and kissed it. “Cutie pie.”

            You fed him until he was done and then stood to wash the dishes. The room swayed slightly and you felt queasy to your stomach. You clamped your mouth shut and continued to wash the dishes. Suddenly, you twisted your head to the side and ran for the bathroom. Yongguk walked in to see you gagging over the toilet.

            You motioned for him to go away. You didn’t want him seeing you like this. Yongguk crouched next to you and placed his arm around you. “Did you get sick? Aish, you were worrying about me and now you’re the one who’s sick.”

            He grabbed a cup and filled it with water. He raised it to your lips and used a towel to wipe away anything left on your face. You hid your face. “Stop, I’m okay. Maybe I ate a little too quickly. You! You’re still wearing your jacket. Let’s go upstairs and change.”

            Yongguk’s lips pressed together but you pushed him out the door. “Let’s gooooo.”

            Once you reached the bedroom, you handed him a towel and he pulled your arm along with it. You let out a tiny shriek and he wrapped his arm around your waist. He sniffed your hair and pressed his face against your neck. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured.

            You pulled away and shook his pajamas at him. “At this rate, you won’t be sleeping at two! Come on, let’s go get ready for bed, Yongguk.”

            He sighed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. You hung his clothes on the knob only to have him open the door. “You already have a bath ready?”

            You winked at him and nodded. Yongguk threw you a heart and closed the door, again but not before you heard him thank you. You sat on the bed and waited for him to come out. Yongguk came out without a towel and you squeaked, covering your face.

            “Yongguk! Didn’t you bring in a towel with you?” you yelped.

            You heard the rustle of clothes as he put them on. You only opened your eyes again when he climbed into bed.

            “Silly baby. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen it all before.”

            You stuck out your tongue and you snuggled against him. “Do I take good care of you?” you asked him.

            His arm stopped you and he glanced down in surprise. “What happened?”

            “Do I take good care of you?” you repeated.

            He nodded. “You’re perfect.”

            You nodded in satisfaction and you stretched your neck to whisper in his ear. “I’m pregnant.”

            It was his turn to be surprised. Yongguk grabbed your arm and stared at you. He started laughing, unable to control his happiness. “You are the perfect wife!”

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so tired of this and i'm sorry if any of my annoyance showed through

it has nothing to do with you guys