"This one?", I smiled to Yonghyun, whose eyes sparkled when I picked up the gingerbread man decor. He merely nodded, reaching out for it though he has a hand full of decorations. The Christmas tree is near to done, except the tree-topper. Seunghyun and I can't seem to decide if we want the gold ol' star, an angel, or something more unique. It's 8 in the morning and the guests are coming in approximately 11 hours time; I made a mental note to come back to this when the turkey is roasting. 

Yonghyun is sitting amongst all his "toys", attention fixated on tearing out the buttons on the gingerbread man with his too small fingers. I giggled to myself, mentally challenging him to see how much time he'll take to rip it out. And almost as if he read my thoughts, he looked up at me and smile the most "baby"...(?) of smiles. I can't quite explain his smile. It's a baby thing. And you know you'd be damn when they do that because it's.too.damn.adorable.    I left him to his toys and went out to the balcony. I inhaled in the cold December air - it smells of Christmas. Well, not exactly cinnamon or evergreen. But it smelled festive; the air was light and chilly, the way a white December morning would smell like. I swept away the already melting snowflakes that must have fallen last night off the rails and rested my hands on it. And my thoughts wandered. It has been a year since I've became a mother, and two since we publicized our relationship. Things wasn't exactly smooth-sailing, but we got by. And I laughed to myself thinking how in the world did we survived that. I thought about the days when I was pregnant with Yonghyun; the nauseating days and nights, the hormonal cravings and intense mood swings and the backaches. And when I was going through all that, I thought I'd never let myself forget how painful a process it was but strangely, no, I barely remember the pain. Of course, I remember what I went through, but not in details. They felt almost like just a distant memory. Yet what stayed so strongly was when Yonghyun kicked me playfully, or when Seunghyun leaned in closely to listen and feel his every tiny movements. And the reliefs after the monthly appointment with my gynecologist that the baby is healthy and that I have nothing to worry about.    Then I thought of my first year of motherhood - the sleepless nights because Yonghyun wouldn't stop crying, the frustrations when we don't understand what are we doing wrong or what exactly does he want, the small triumphant feeling that surges through when he learns a little something new, the first time he calls omma, and the first time he shouts appa; when he learnt to crawl and then to walk, though still clumsily, when he start recognizing his books and the nursery rhymes I read him.    Yonghyun gets a fair amount of attention from the media but it isn't bad. There are hardly mean comments, usually compliments and I'm glad. I remember our initial fears but now everything became worth it. Everything is in its place like a puzzle that's -    "Good morning, baby" Big, warm hands from behind circled around my waist, as Seunghyun kissed the top of my head.  "You're up early," I smiled. We've been together for more than 4 years now but he still make me blush and my heart flutter. He groaned, deeply, and in his husky voice he said, "I know... But I promised I'm going to cook with you and prepare before all the human beings start coming. Oh and don't forget. Our tree topper."  As he spoke, his hands rose up to my , gently massaging, "No bra yet. I approve, Mrs Choi" he said cheekily.  I let out a soft, barely-audible moan, "Baby... We don't have time. And where's Yonghyun?"  His hands slipped under the oversized shirt, and I gasped at the sudden contact of his fingertips at my s, "He's back in his cot."  He rolled my s in his fingers expertly, while his mouth attacks the back of my neck.  "Seung...hyunnn" I moaned quietly, now rubbing my back at his crotch. He pulls up my shirt and now I'm standing top in the balcony, facing the still serene Hangang River.   The cold air made my peak of my mound hardened even more than it already is. His hands never left my and mine crept to the hardness through his boxers. He turned me to face him and his lips planted on mine fervently, with his other hand now going south. I pulled his boxers down to be surprised by eagerly springing out. I rubbed his precum over his length, and my eyes reflected his lust. I bit my lips as seductively as I can managed while lowered my mouth to his , and started bo