“I’m home,” Myungsoo greeted as he opened the door and stepped inside with a smile playing on his lips.

“Welcome home, Myungie.” Sungjong obviously happy, made himself closer to his husband and pecked his cheek. He missed his husband. Myungsoo put his hands on Sungjong’s waist and pulled him closer, while Sungjong placed his hands on Myungsoo’s chest. Myungsoo planted a deep kiss on Sungjong’s forehead. They both exchanged smiles.

“How are both my babies today?” Myungsoo asked whispery, made Sungjong blushed.

“I’m fine, thank you and baby also fine. Baby missed appa,” Sungjong grinned.

“Baby or umma?” Myungsoo teased. “Baby,” Sungjong said childishly. Myungsoo chuckled. Then he squatted and put his ear on Sungjong’s baby bump. “Hey there, baby. This is appa,” Sungjong chuckled quietly while watched his husband lovingly. His fingers were playing with Myungsoo’s hair. “How are you in there? Umma said you missed me. I missed you too, baby. Come out quick, so we can play together.”

“Myungsoo, if the baby really did so and I was going to have the baby tonight, I’ll put the blame on you.”

Myungsoo just laughed and stood, but his right hand was still on Sungjong’s tummy. “Isn’t it a good thing?”

“Silly Myung is silly,” they both chuckled. Sungjong continued and said, “I’ve prepared our dinner. Would you like to have it now?”

“I’ll go take my shower and change first. Only then we will have our dinner,” Myungsoo pinched Sungjong’s nose lightly.

“Okay dokay,” Sungjong answered and took Myungsoo’s bag from his hand to put it somewhere else. Myungsoo headed to their shared bedroom. Right before he walked in, Sungjong shouted from the kitchen. “Do not forget to scrub hard Myung! You stink!” Myungsoo chuckled in disbelieving, before shouted back, “Arraso!” Sungjong in the kitchen giggled.

Dinner came and went. Sungjong let Myungsoo cleaned up the kitchen as he insisted to do so. Myungsoo said Sungjong already took a good care of the house, so he wanted to help, even if it was a small task. Myungsoo cannot leave his pregnant wife did all the house chores alone.

After done with the dishes, Myungsoo went to living room to get Sungjong. Sungjong was sitting on the floor, right in front of the couch and looking down at something.

“Hey, what is that?” Myungsoo was curious. He took a seat on the couch. “Take a look. I’ve been working on this scrapbook for days,” he handed the scrapbook to Myungsoo. Myungsoo gladly took it. “Oh wow. This is so lovely and cute,” Myungsoo praised.

“You think so?” Sungjong was proud to hear that. “Yes. It’s really a beautiful work. Aww look, these were our weeding photos, and our families, and our friends,” Sungjong got up and sit next to Myungsoo and checked out the scrapbook together. “Here. Look at here. These were our first movie tickets we watched together. And these, I took a couple of the lily petals you gave me before. You remember it, Myung?” Myungsoo laughed softly.

Myungsoo flipped another page. He spotted his photo with Sungjong when they were standing outside in the cold. There was a caption ‘Can I borrow your pocket?’ as the title. Myungsoo still remembered he was the one said that to Sungjong to keep his hands warm. Myungsoo smiled to Sungjong before checking on the scrapbook again.

There were photos when they both were a little boy too; a photo when they were in elementary school, when they were participated in school sports, went to trips, hanging with friends and old family photos. The next page was Myungsoo and Sungjong’s selca. Sungjong put a lot of pink buttons around the photo, made a heart shape. Sungjong also used sticker letters to write ‘MyungJong’ next to the pic. “This is so beautiful darling. I love how actually it is simple but at the same time looks so great,” Myungsoo said and he kissed Sungjong’s crown as Sungjong hugged him by side since awhile. “Thank you,” Sungjong replied, overwhelmed.

Only then, Myungsoo remembered something. “Jongie, I already have our photos when we were in Busan. Should we put them in too?”

“Great idea! I like it. Go and take them while I get all the things we needed. Let’s scrapbooking!” Sungjong was excited. So did Myungsoo.

Both Myungsoo and Sungjong were having so much fun making the scrapbook together. Sungjong took Myungsoo’s photo when they were on the open top bus. He was sticking it down on a paper with flip flop pattern on top of it. Then Sungjong took a yellow crayon and wrote ‘My lovely silly Myungie’. He finished it with a couple of flowers he made with an old book next to the caption.

He showed his work to Myungsoo. “Hey,” Myungsoo said. Sungjong stuck out his tongue playfully to him. Myungsoo picked one of Sungjong’s pictures. He chose the one they were at Gamcheon Cultural Village. Sungjong was pouted in that picture because he was already tired. He glued it right in the middle of the scrapbook paper. On top, he wrote down with a silver marker, ‘My love, My life, My wife, My child’s umma, My everything’. Below the picture, Myungsoo wrote Sungjong’s name and gave a word that described him for each latter. S for simply adorable. U for understanding. N for naive. G for generous. J for joker. O for optimistic. N for narcissistic and the last G for gorgeous.

Sungjong looked at it. He laughed quietly and got teary. He then hugged Myungsoo firmly. “I love you so much, Myungsoo.” Myungsoo rocked their bodies together softly while his hand Sungjong’s head lovingly. “I love you too my, sweetheart.”

But good things seemed would not last forever for Myungsoo and Sungjong. Myungsoo w