“And there she was…”

“Who appa?” his daughter interrupted again for the umpteenth time.

“The most beautiful, the most amazing, the most fabulous woman that anyone has ever seen…” He continued.

“Oooohhh” his daughter followed along, creating an ‘o’ with her cute pouty four year old lips. “Then she must have been really pretty. “More appa pwease? What was her name? Was she a fairy?”

Yes, a fairy. That summed up the beauty in which he had fell in love with ever since first sight. He chuckled at his daughter’s eagerness to hear his very obvious-yet-interesting bedtime story.  “Ah yes, the pretty fairy did have a beautiful name. It was Park Sandara.”

A smile appeared on his face as her name escaped his lips once again.  He  could faintly remember the first time they met, the first time they shook hands, the first time they held an actual conversation (with help from his Seunghyun-hyung and Dara’s best friend Bom), the first time he had enough confidence to ask her out to dinner (strictly dinner, however their feelings had overcame themselves), the first time he sent her home (he couldn’t  leave until he was assured that she’d walk into her home safe and sound), the first time he let his emotions take over and asked her to be his girlfriend, the first time they officially held hands, the first time their lips touched, the first time- no, the only time he had proposed to spend eternity with him forever, and yet, the second time she had said ‘yes’.

“Appa” he felt his daughter tug his t-shirt once again. “Why did you stop telling us the story? Jira has been asking appa why the fairy’s name is like umma’s. My umma’s name is Th-andara too.”

Yes, one clever daughter he has. To stir his little one’s curiosity even more, he led her to find out for herself. “I don’t know. Could the fairy be your umma?” he questioned. He sat besides his daughter’s bed, and watch as she take their family photo off the table beside her bed and closely examine her umma. Silly girl. She was the exact replica of his wife, insanely but true, he was glad she had more features of his beautiful wife. With two beautiful women in his life, there is nothing he else he could ask for. “Jira, why don’t we go and ask your umma?” He suggested.

Sandara POV

“Kwon Jiyong, what bedtime story did you decide to tell our daughter tonight?”

It has been over twenty minutes since she had secretly been listening and watching her husband-daughter pair and their silly bedtime stories again, which brought a smile to her face.

In her childhood, she never had what was called a ‘parent’s love’. Growing up, her father had left her family and then on, they fought for their own survival.

He, Kwon Jiyong, her dearest-lovable-sweet-and did I mention SMEXXY husband was all she had ever wanted for a father.

“Umma!! Umma!!” Jira shouted excitedly. “Appa told me a bedtime story, and this time, it was about a bee-tiful fairy named Th-andara.” I couldn’t help, but smile at my daughter who was struggling to pronounce my name. Dara, that at least would have been easier for her to say. I stole a glance at my grinning husband. Still as childish as ever, his lopsided grin has never failed to make me smile.

“Oh really?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Jira also nodded her head. “Appa also said that I should come and ask you too umma.”

Silly girl. I eyed Jiyong as I crouch down to my daughter’s bed and said, “Jira…. did you know that the be-tiful fairy had a fairy prince?” I started.

“Really umma? How come appa didn’t tell me that?” She started to question and pout towards Jiyong.

“Honey, I was getting there, but you asked me about the fairy and we were going to get help from your umma…” He slowly scratched his head, fearing to disappoint our little girl.

I leaned closer to Jira and whispered, “but baby, he was a dragon… ask your appa…”I smiled at my daughter’s reaction.

Jira’s eyes widened and gasped, “a dragon umma?”

I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at Jiyong’s reaction. I knew this will be one interesting and difficult thing to explain to our daughter who was clever, but only four years old. How would Jiyong, this loving husband of mine, be able to tell our daughter the difference between Korean and English? Jiyong and Dragon?

I got up, acting as if I had just glanced at my watch, “baby, umma has to go shower. Your appa will finish telling you about the fairy and the dragon prince and then go to sleep arasso?” I said and kissed my daughter goodnight.

“Dara… you should also help me right? After all, this story needs help from the beautiful magical fairy right?” Jiyong questioned, no, more like pleaded me to stay longer as he knows, we both know that a series of questions was to follow from our daughter.

“Aigoo, I’d love to, but I’ve had a long day shopping with your auntie Bommie. Baby, you won’t be mad if umma goes to sleep right? Would Jira rather umma go to bed early, or have umma stay up and not make breakfast tomorrow morning so that we can’t go to the beach as planned?” I asked innocently to Jira, however more directly towards my husband who stared at me dumbfounded.

“Ani, Jira won’t  be mad at umma. Goodnight. I love you umma.” Aigoo, my piece of art. I gave her a goodnight kiss, blew a kiss to Jiyong and happily skipped out before he could even come up with more reasons for me to stay and help him explain the difference between Jiyong and Dragon.

A long and warm bath shouldn’t hurt…

Author’s POV

In about thirty or so minutes, Jiyong had finally set Jira to sleep and made his way to his and Dara’s bedroom. When he got in, she wasn’t there. As soon as he was about to step out to look for her, he heard her voice from the bathroom.

“I just wanna kiss, I never wanna miss…” Unaware that her husband had finally come in, she knew that he would want  her to reward him for going into detail on who the Dragon Prince was. Yet, she planned to make him wait a little bit as she prepares for his little suprise.

20 mins later….

Dara got out of the shower to find her husband fast asleep on the mini-love seat in their master bedroom. She could stare at him, look at this person of perfection right before her eyes. She couldn’t help but continue to stare and trace his handsome face, from his forehead to his nose, onto his lips and jawline.

“Mrs. Kwon, you do know that staring is not polite right?” she suddenly heard Jiyong. How stupid could she have been not to notice that he’d want a payback for what she had done to him earlier.

“Aigoo… Mr. Kwon.. still very much awake huh?” She asked him flushed with pink as she tried to move away from him.

Before she could get any further, he quickly pulled her to him.  “Mrs. Kwon, I believe you still owe me an reward for my awesome job enhancing my bedtime stories to our daughter.”

And with that being said, her lips crashed onto his as they both get engaged in a passionate yet yearning kiss.

Dara’s POV

“Jiyong, or my Dragon… I have, and will always love you. I have promised you eternity, and  you are my forever. Both you and Jira make me complete. I love you…”

Jiyong’s POV

“No matter princess, fairy or human, I will always love you Dara. I have proposed eternity, and forever I want to spend it with you and our sunshine Jira (and our still growing family)… Sandara… my butterfly fairy… what other story shall I tell our daughter and future kids?” I asked.

“You can tell them anything…. Because we are only complete with you being the storyteller.” Dara answered.

“Only if you agree to be my fairy….”

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The End.

Wow, I didn’t expect to finish my first one-shot/short story all in three hours!! It’s almost GD’s new release, so here is a little piece of my crazy fantasy in  waiting for GD!!!

(To my old subscribers, I know that  I have started to write Pathway to Love like millions of years ago and have never updated it ever since. I had already hand-written the whole story, but lost everything, so whenever I do have time, I will update as accordingly as to how I can remember the plot. Sorry & Thank you all for your time.)

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