While I honestly could do without Jimin’s idol career at this point in our lives, there were definitely some perks to being married to a celebrity.

One of them was meeting other celebrities.

Before I got placed on bedrest, Jimin had purchased us tickets to see Jay Park in concert. Obviously, after my unfortunate collision with a car, I couldn’t attend. I did, however, like every Instagram post of every video and every picture that Jay Park uploaded. Jimin even sang “All I Wanna Do” to me that night, but it wasn’t the same.

I wanted Jay Park.

“Damn, y. How you doin’?” Jimin stood in the entryway of the living room, watching me with a lascivious glint in his eye. He his lips and winked at me.

“Jimin…” I began with a roll of my eyes, “I’m trying to do yoga. I need to be mindful and relaxed, and you standing there like a smarmy little boy is not going to get me there.”

“I can get you there, though.” He sauntered over to the couch and plopped down, eyes still on me. God, he was just oozing grease. Disgusting.

I slid down into downward dog position and Jimin let out a low whistle.

“Damn…your is a masterpiece in those leggings.”

I whipped around to glare at him and found him lying on the couch, lazily watching me from beneath his lowered lashes.

“Jimin, I’m trying to ing do yoga, not star in your ual fantasies. So why don’t you do me a favor and off?”

“You look cute when you’re mad.” He smirked at me.

“Just you wait. I’m gonna get hella strong and kick your scrawny little .” I threatened as I stepped back onto my yoga mat. Jimin chuckled in the background, but I ignored him and tried to focus on my yoga video.

Achieving a calm state of mind was difficult when Jimin kept catcalling me from the couch.

“Damn, I’d like to see those thighs wrapped around my waist like that.”

“Mmm, baby, can you downward dog on my lap?”

“Holy , I didn’t know you could bend like that. Why have you been keeping this from me?!”

“Jimin!” I shouted when he made yet another inappropriate comment about my in the downward dog position. “Can you go do something useful?! Like clean the kitchen or something?”

“But there’s such a nice view right here.” He answered.

“I’m gonna smack you.” I hissed.

“Ooh. Please do.” Jimin giggled.

When my session ended, I sat cross-legged on my mat and glared at Jimin as he dissolved into laughter.

“That was not relaxing at all!” I threw the television remote at him. “You ed up my whole routine!”

“Whatever.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “I know you’re only doing yoga because you wanna get in shape for when you meet Jay Park. But listen, young lady. Two weeks of yoga is not enough to get your body in shape.”

“What the is that supposed to mean?” I cried indignantly. “I didn’t gain that much weight!”

“Yoga’s not gonna get you in shape quickly. You need to weight lift or something. And tone. And stop eating ice cream at night.” He lectured me.

“Alright, Mr. Six Pack Abs.” I scowled at him, feeling slightly hurt. I liked doing yoga. Not weight training, gross.

“Yeah, so why don’t you let me be your trainer?” He offered.

“Because you’re a sleazy greaseball and I don’t like when you tell me what to do.”

“Fine.” Jimin shrugged. “But I’m gonna keep watching your yoga sessions until you let me train you.”

“And I’m gonna leave you for Jay Park.” I retaliated hotly.

He scoffed. “Like Jay Park is any less of a boy? Baby, he’s worse. And he’ll probably cheat on you.”

“Well, he’s probably better at ing than you are.” I said with a smirk.

Jimin leapt off the couch and tackled me down onto my yoga mat.

“Wanna bet?” He hissed, his face mere inches than mine.

“I mean…I’ll have to sleep with Jay Park in order to compare. I believe that’s how bets work.” I grinned at him. “Even if you hit me with your best moves right now, I don’t really have any idea how Jay Park is in bed. I mean, unless you count his dance moves. Which…I’m just gonna say…are a little more suggestive than yours.”

Jimin body-rolled against me and I burst out laughing. He tried to cut off my giggles with kisses, but I’d become helpless with laughter.

“You .” He whined, propping himself up with his elbows. “You’re the rudest wife I’ve ever had.”

“I’m the only wife you’ve ever had.” I kissed his nose.

“Do you really wanna sleep with Jay Park?” Jimin pouted at me. Such a cute little pout.

“Listen, if we weren’t married and I didn’t have two kids, I would definitely be trying to sleep with Jay Park.”

Jimin sat up and straddled my waist. “Well, you can’t. So just sleep with me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Right now?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Watching you do yoga put me in the mood.”

“Haru’s gonna wake up any minute.”

“I can be fast.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I wrinkled my nose. “That doesn’t always recommend you.”

Jimin’s mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse you, I’m an excellent lay.”

“Says who? Your mistress? What other women do you sleep with? Cause, let me tell you, they’re feeding you lies.” I teased.

“You little snotch.” Jimin stood and scooped me up into his arms. “I’m about to show you the best damn time of your life.”

I sighed faux-wearily. “Jimin, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He threw me on our bed and undressed me in a matter of seconds. Sun Jae snoozed happily in his little bassinette near the window.

“Jimin,” I hissed, “you have to move Sun Jae.”

He stared at me, nonplussed. “I’m not moving our two month old son. He’s sleeping.”

“I can’t have with him in the room.” I pulled the sheet over my body. “I can’t do it.”

“Baby…we’ve done it before. Lots of parents have done it since the dawn of time. Probably, like, almost every pair of parents.”

“I don’t know! I can’t do it!”

“Well, where are we gonna do it?” Jimin ran a hand through his hair.

“In the shower?” I suggested.

“That’s not fast.” He frowned at me.

“On the couch?”

“We have that huge bay window without any curtains.”

“So, what? It’s not nighttime! People can’t see in.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “People can see in. Also…you’re telling me that you’d rather risk strangers seeing us having than doing it in our bedroom where our son is fast asleep? And also completely oblivious to us, even if he were awake?”

I nodded.

Jimin flopped onto the bed, letting out a long sigh of frustration.

I curled into his side and trailed my hand down his chest. He threw me off in vexation.

“Don’t tease me, hellcat.”

I giggled and gently bit his ear. “You love me.”

“I don’t love this.” Jimin shied away from my touch, face flushed and hair in disarray.

“Payback.” I sang. “For ruining my yoga.”

Jimin rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, “ing tease.”

We lay quietly for a few minutes. I listened as Jimin struggled to get his breathing under control.

“You good?” I asked with a laugh.

“ you.” He said into his pillow.

“You can be quick in the bathroom, if you want.” I offered coquettishly.

Jimin suddenly jumped up and stalked over to the foot of the bed. I let out a small shriek as he pulled me by the ankles and swung me up into his arms.

“Where are we going?” I demanded indignantly. “I do not appreciate being carried through the house.”

“You’ve got a sheet on.” He retorted.

Jimin gently closed the door behind us, so as not to wake Sun Jae, and then threw open the door of the nursery. He unceremoniously plopped me down onto the floor, then laid down on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he traced his nose along my cheek.

“You know what I’m doing.” Jimin murmured. “Now, shh. Haru’s gonna wake up soon.”

Jimin was outrageously smug the whole rest of the day. Even after Haru and Sun Jae had woken up from their naps, he kept pinching my and whispering naughty things in my ear. Very irritating, but also kind of adorable.

While we were sitting down to dinner, he kept winking at me and his lips from across the table. I’d frown playfully every so often, but we both knew I didn’t mean it.

“Daddy, why are you makin’ faces at Mama?” Haru asked curiously. She took a sip of her milk and swung her feet as she waited patiently for her answer.

“Cause. Mama’s cute.”

Haru giggled into her milk. “Mama’s not cute.”

“I’m cute!” I exclaimed.

“Mama, you bootiful.” Haru replied. “Daddy’s cute. Sun Jae’s cute.”

“Oh, you like him now?” Jimin asked, a small smile on his face.

Haru shrugged in a small, indecisive way. “Well…like, medium.”

Jimin laughed. “That’s better than not liking him.” He met my eyes with a smile.                                               

“I hope you two can be friends.” I told Haru. “He’s all you got.”

“For now.” Jimin said a tad bit testily.

“Forever.” I replied with a grin.

“You’re gonna get knocked up again, mark my words.” He pursed his pouty lips at me.

I took a sip of my water. “If I do, it’ll be by accident.”

“I told you before we even got engaged that I wanted three kids.” Jimin pointed his chopsticks at me.

“Yeah, and I told you that you could have three babies come out of your body.”

He rolled his eyes at me. Haru giggled, then scrambled down to look at Sun Jae in his little rocker on the floor.

“Sun Jaeeeee.” She cooed, poking his nose. He sneezed and she burst out laughing.

“Haru, come and finish your dinner.” Jimin told her.

“But I don’t want my dinner.” She moaned, jutting out her lower lip.

“Eat.” He commanded.

“NO!” She screamed. Sun Jae started to cry and Haru slumped forward on the floor, crying with her up in the air.

Jimin stood and scooped her up. “You’re going to sit on the time-out rug until you can get yourself together.”

“NO!” Haru screeched again. “Not the time-out rug!”

“Haru, you need to turn your listening ears on.” I admonished.

Jimin sat her down on the rug. She tried to crawl away when his back was turned, but he whipped around and fixed her with a stern look. She whimpered and sat back down on the rug, slumped against the cabinets and resigned to her fate.

Haru’s steady weeping moved Sun Jae to tears. Jimin sighed and unbuckled him from his little singing seat. I smiled at him as he laid Sun Jae against his chest and rocked him back and forth, gently going “Shh, shh, shh.”

After a few minutes, Sun Jae relaxed and Jimin kissed his head and carefully laid him back in his chair. Then, he walked over to Haru and spoke softly to her.

“Haru, when Daddy asks you to do something, what should you do?”

“I don’t know.” Haru looked away from him.

“Look at me.”

She reluctantly looked at him, but not without a pout.

Jimin patted her head. “Listen, I know you want to play with your baby brother. Okay? I understand. But you know that you need to finish your dinner before you get up from the table.”

“’m not hungry.” Haru whined. “I don’t wanna eat.”

“Then no dessert for you.” He said, shrugging. “No dessert if you don’t finish your dinner.”

“But I want dessert!” She kicked her feet on the floor in a rage. “I want dessert!”

“No.” Jimin refused. “No dessert.”

“YES!” Haru shouted at him.

“Bedtime.” He decided.

She broke down into tears and slumped onto his lap. “Nooooo, Daddy! No, I’m not tiyad.”

“You seem pretty tired to me.” I remarked.

“Yeah, me too.” Jimin looked back at me with a rueful smile.

“I’m not!” She shrieked, then sobbed harder into Jimin’s lap.

“Can’t you just finish your dinner?” He sighed.

She shook her head vigorously. He turned to me. “What do you think? Is she gonna wake up super early if we put her to bed now?”

I glanced at the clock. “Well…we ate kind of late tonight. And she still needs a bath.”

“No bath!” Haru sat up and glared at me. “I won’t taked a bath.”

I met Jimin’s eyes and we both debated for a second.

“She went to the park today.” He said.

“Yeah…and she jumped in all of those puddles.”

“No bath.” Haru sobbed disconsolately as she threw herself into Jimin’s chest. He caught her and patted her back.

“Haru? How about a shower?” I offered.

She perked up immediately. “A showa?”

“Yeah. You can take a shower. What do you think?”

“Yeah!” She cried, brushing her curls back from her face. “A showa!”

Jimin chuckled and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with giggles as he stood and carried her off into the bathroom.

I smiled at Sun Jae, who merely blinked at me.

“Sun Jae, you’re the cutest.” I cooed, much like Haru. I stood and bent over him. He reached out a hand and touched my nose. “I love you so much.”

I picked him up and brought him over to the couch, where we snuggled and watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer while Jimin washed Haru. I could hear them playing in the bathroom, which brought a smile to my face. Jimin was so good with her.

Sun Jae started to cry, so I ed my shirt and fed him. He lay there with his hand on my and his pretty eyes fixed on mine. Jimin swore that Sun Jae had my eyes, but I felt it was too early to tell. He hadn’t even grown into his face yet.

Jimin came out of the bathroom with a towel clad Haru, who was much less sulky after her shower.

“Mama!” She shouted from Jimin’s arms. “I took a showa! And Daddy tickled me with the water!”

“Did he?” I grinned at her. “Silly Daddy!”

“Yeah, silly Daddy!” Haru patted his cheek. He kissed her nose with a smile.

He let her down and she scampered over to me, scattering water droplets as she went along.

“Mama.” She rested her head on my knee. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, too.” I squeezed her damp curls. “You’re so wonderful.”

“You love Sun Jae, too?” Haru asked innocently.

“Yes, I do.” I nodded. “I love him very much.”

“Daddy, too?” Haru turned towards Jimin.

“Yup, cherry blossom. I love Sun Jae, too.”

“I wan’ eat him.” She nibbled at his toes.

“Haru, no teeth!” I scolded. “Gentle touches. Right? Show me how you do gentle.”

She pouted, but softly his foot. Sun Jae kicked it out and she leapt back in anger.

“Mama! Sun Jae kicked me!”

“I think you just tickled him, love.” I reached out a hand for her. She kissed my palm and giggled.

Jimin clapped his hands together. “Alright, snugglebug. Time for bed.”

“Okay.” Haru threw her arms around me, jostling Sun Jae, who blinked up at me in alarm. “Night, Mama.”

“Night, my love. Sleep well. I love you so much, okay?”

“I love you, too! Don’t let the bug beds bite!”

“Yeah, don’t let those bug beds bite.” Jimin winked at me as he took Haru’s hand and led her to her bed.

He read her stories with cute little voices for the different characters. Haru laughed sleepily.

Sun Jae detached and I adjusted him near my shoulder so I could pat his back until he burped. He took a little while, but eventually he let one out.

“Ooh, what a big burp.” I tapped his nose with my finger. He grabbed it in his tiny fist and tried to put it in his mouth.

I heard Jimin tuck Haru into bed with a goodnight kiss, then saw him come out and shut her door quietly.

He climbed onto the couch and rested his head in my lap, tickling Sun Jae’s feet with a crooked finger.

“What a gorgeous little love.” He kissed Sun Jae’s toes. “What a perfect little boy.”

I affectionately caressed Jimin’s hair. “You’re beautiful.”

He turned his head and pressed his lips against my thigh. “Thanks, baby.”

Jimin turned his attention to the television.

“Ah, Buffy.” He said cheerfully. “Such a good show.”

“I wanna be like Buffy.”

“You’re snarky like she is.” Jimin commented. “Although hers is in kind of a more teenagerish way.”

“Rude.”

“Well, it’s true. You’ve got the surly attitude of a teenager.”

I tapped his head. “Get up. I need to put the baby to bed.”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“Jimin, he’s sleeping on my . Let me put the poor boy to bed.”

“Damn, I’m a little jealous. I wish I could sleep on your .” Jimin ran his fingers along the inside of my thigh.

I snorted. “Like you never have before.”

“Not in a long time.” He whined. “They’ve been sore for forever. For like a year.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I agreed. “Having a baby is rough on your s.”

Jimin moved so I could put Sun Jae to bed. I went into our bedroom and tucked him into his little bassinette. I wished I had put him into his pajamas before he fell asleep, but whatever. I could dress him when he woke up at two in the morning.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me onto the bed.

“Let’s snuggle.” Jimin mumbled into my neck. “Wanna eat you up.”

“Jimin, my drive is not up to snuff. Literally pushed a baby out of my lady parts two months ago. Please.”

“I said I just wanna snuggle.” He said, a little wounded.

“If I snuggle, I’m gonna fall asleep.” I yawned.

“Alright, fine. Let’s work out, then.” Jimin jumped up and lifted me into his arms.

“No ing way.” I snapped. “I already did yoga today!”

“Do you wanna have a tight for Jay Park?”

“You love my .” I grumbled.

“Yeah, but some squats would tone it and you could stop wearing Spanx with that little red dress you love so much.” Jimin set me down in the living room and motioned for me to lay on the floor.

I sighed mournfully. “I never had to wear Spanx before.”

“And now you won’t have to again!” Jimin chirped.

I sat up and looked at him. “Jimin. You gotta be nice to me. You can’t, like, ever explicitly say that a part of my body needs working on. And you can’t like be mean to me or be in my face or anything. You have to be gentle and like, I don’t know.”

He bent and kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry. I got you, baby.”

“Okay, cause I just don’t wanna have something else to bring up into marriage counseling.”

Jimin laughed. “Right. When are we starting that again?”

“Actually…I thought we could start in a couple of weeks. Sun Jae’s on a schedule. I’m starting work again in two months. I wanna get this going before our lives go back to normal, you know?”

“Yeah.” He said softly, my hair back from my face. “I know.”

I studied his face for a moment. His floppy blonde hair fell into his forehead and his dark brown eyes shone gently at me. Plump mouth stretched into a smile and his eyes smiled along with it.

“I love you.” I whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed my forehead again. “Now, let’s get that tight again, what do you think?”

I groaned. “Not my favorite plan, but it’s all for Jay Park.”

He rolled his eyes, then told me to lay down and do some sit-ups.