The garden was filled with laughter and running children, some chasing each other, some playing, some on the other hand were just sitting on the well-moaned grass with toys on their hands.

 

“Are you planning to build one whole nation by yourselves?” TOP scowled at Dara and Jiyong.

 

“Yeah, right, like you’re not doing that too,” Dara sneered.

 

They all laughed.

 

“But I’m actually surprised with Seungri and CL, though,” Bom chuckled. “Twin boys and never followed.”

 

CL smiled. “Seungri’s actually very gentle.”

 

Another round of laughter burst out from them, making Seungri blush.

 

“I don’t want to join in your contest,” Seungri grimly said. “The four of you are so childish for competing on how many children you can produce.”

 

“Oh, let’s just hope Dae and Minzy won’t join in, too,” Jiyong said.

 

“I’m glad they fixed their problems with their parents, though,” Dara said.

 

“I do, too,” CL agreed.

 

“Momma!” a girl cried. Dara looked up and saw her daughter running towards her. She picked her up and settled the girl on her lap.

 

“Why? What’s wrong?”

 

“He kissed me!” she wailed, pointing a finger to one of Seungri’s son.

 

“I like your son more than you, Seungri,” TOP sniggered. The said boy ran to his father, grinning proudly.

 

“Is it true?” Seungri asked.

 

“Neh!” the boy nodded, blushing.

 

“But why did you do that?” CL asked.

 

“She’s cute,” the boy answered.

 

The parents were torn between laughing and shaking their heads in disapproval. Then, Jiyong and Dara looked at each other as they found the situation very familiar.

 

“History is about to repeat itself,” a tiny voice squealed. Every head turned towards Bom’s six year old daughter that was sitting on a chair, hugging a doll.

 

Bom, TOP, CL, Seungri, Dara and Jiyong all looked at each other. Then, they burst out laughing.