“Chanyeol?” Yoona softly murmured her husband’s name with her back pressed against his chest, unsure if he was still awake. Turning her head sideways, she tried to catch a glimpse but only saw the top of his head buried in her neck.

“Hmmm,” he replied not too long afterwards, still fully alert. Earlier that night, he had informed her one of their friends, Jongdae and Eunji, were expecting a baby sometime around September. Her only response had been she knew and that she was happy for them since they’ve been trying for a while. And when he jokingly asked when they would have a baby, she had grown unusually quiet.

“Do you think I’ll be a good mom?”

“What?” His brows furrowed together, caught off guard by her question.

“I mean with my past and all do you think I’ll be a good mother?” She whispered, voicing the concerns she’s been holding onto for years. When Yoona was young, her parents constantly fought leading to restless nights for the Im sisters. One day, her mother went out for groceries and never came back. “My mom walked out so early on me, I don’t really remember much about her but what I do remember was she wasn't a very good mother. What if I’m like her and our kid hates me. What if our baby cries and I won’t be able to comfort her. What if I end up like my mother-“

“Shhh,” he silenced her, placing his index finger on her quivering lips. “You’re going to be a great mother.” Chanyeol confidently assured.

“How do you kno