[CONTENTID1]Sixth month (18 February 2015)[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]Doojoon moved around uncomfortably when he felt something- or actually someone was poking him. Doojoon groaned and lazily opened his eyes. He came home late yesterday and it was almost 5 am when he went to sleep. The leader looked around and faced Dongwoon who was staring at him. “Um? Woonie? What’s it, baby?”

“I’m hungry and suddenly wanted to eat something.” Doojoon rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“What time is it? I’m so sleepily, love. I fall asleep on 5.”

“It’s 7 right now. Doo, get up. I’m so hungry!” Dongwoon shook his husband’s body. Doojoon sighed as he snuggled into the cover; he was too tired and wanted nothing but sleep. He had schedule later on 10 and needed to get up on 9 so he wanted to have a nice sleep until 9. But apparently, Dongwoon seemed didn’t understand that. “Yah, don’t you love me? Are you trying to starve me, Doo?” Doojoon pushed the cover to hear those words.

“Wait. Did you just ‘yah’-ed me?” Doojoon asked. Dongwoon groaned.

“That’s not important now. I’m hungry! Our baby is hungry!” Dongwoon whined and trashed on the bed beside Doojoon like a kid. Doojoon sighed heavily as he noticed that one of the signs his wife is going to throw a tantrum surfaced right now. Whining and trashing like a kid. That leader took a deep breath as he tried to calm down. Lack of sleep sure made him easily lose his temper.

“Fine, I’m up. What do you want to eat, Woonie?” Doojoon said as he sat up lifelessly. His tone surely wasn’t a bright tone. But Dongwoon didn’t really notice that when his wishes are coming true.

“I miss your cooking and I want pasta.” Doojoon frowned.

“Woonie, we have no pasta in the house and as far as I remember I never cook for you pasta neither I have tried before and can’t we just do Pizzahut delivery?” Doojoon said. Dongwoon pouted.

“I said I want your pasta! I want to pasta that you cooked for me.” Doojoon blinked. Dongwoon was showing his puppy eyes with hint of tears. Dongwoon looked down when Doojoon was still keeping silence. A light sob heard. “I’m hungry…Dongjoon is hungry. But you’re not cooking me pasta…daddy is not cooking us pasta.” Doojoon frowned and slightly panicked when he heard the sobs got louder.

“Woonie, if I’m going to cook…we need to buy some ingredient.” Dongwoon looked at Doojoon. Doojoon bit his lips as he saw his beloved wife already in tears.

“I don’t care, I want pasta.” Doojoon sighed.

“Arasseo, arasseo. Let me go to the mart and get the ingredient and I will cook.” Dongwoon immediately enlarged his pupils in hope and a smile tugged his lips.

“You promise, right?” Doojoon nodded and can’t do anything but smiled when Dongwoon sat up with a big smile. The leader took a breath. ‘Well, screw my sleep. His smile makes my day.’

Doojoon glanced at the clock and it was 15 minutes past 7. Doojoon have a quick wash up (brush his teeth and wash his face thoroughly) and then went to the mart alone. Dongwoon wanted to come but Doojoon remembered him about his condition which Dongwoon sulked after however Doojoon managed to resolve that with a cup of chocolate ice cream (well, Dongwoon wanted a tub but Doojoon refused to give that afraid something bad will happen to Dongwoon and the baby). Doojoon made a quick 30-minute trip to the mart and rushed back home as it’s almost 8 when he’s few steps away from his house.

Dongwoon came and greeted him at the door, asking for the ice cream. Doojoon chuckled to see the unintentional aegyo showed by his wife and granted the ice cream. He told Dongwoon to sit quietly on the couch while he prepared for the food. Dongwoon nodded and sat on the couch, attention was full on the ice cream. Doojoon quickly prepared to make the pasta that he never tried before but he believed he could do with as he did ask Hyunseung one time how to make it so he had a lead.

Doojoon tried to get finished as quick as possible, to catch up with his schedule that day. He kept yawning all the way during his cooking time tho. When he finished, it