They were currently at the Jeju beach property that Jiyong’s gramps had given to him. This was where he found the almost faded pictures of their infamous first kiss. Their first kiss, albeit accidental, happened exactly along this island’s sandy shore. It was here that they first met. It felt right to go back full circle to where everything first started. If they were going to elope at least they would do it with sentiment. They felt it was quite fitting for them to come here to register their marriage. 

That happened a couple hours ago. The newly framed picture that took pride of place in the living room was proof of that. It showed a smiling man in a dark grey suit and a smiling woman in a vintage lace dress. They both weren’t looking at the camera but at each other. They had other shots printed but they chose this one to be blown up. A candid shot to commemorate a candid elopement. 

Now the same smiling couple had both changed into their favorite matching hoodies and were lounging at the deck of the cottage overlooking the sea. Jeju’s sunset was breathtaking as usual. They sat silently for some time soaking up the beauty of the place and quietly enjoying each other’s company. “When are we going to tell them?” Dara was the first to break the silence. She was facing the setting sun when she asked Jiyong  

“When you’re pregnant with our first child.” Jiyong said without a pause. He pulled her into his embrace.

She elbowed him. “I’m serious.”

“I’m serious, too.” Jiyong answered.

“And why would you not want them to know?” Dara shifted in his arms in order to be able to see his face.

“Because Eomma would demand a wedding and she’s going to hog your time with wedding dress fittings, cake tastings, venue hunting, etc. I barely even see you enough as it is.” Jiyong said as he tightened his grip around Dara’s slim form. “I’m not prepared to share you yet. I’m selfish. Shoot me.” He said unapologetically.

Dara wrinkled her nose in distaste at the idea of her frantically organizing a social gathering such as a wedding. That was not a pretty picture. “Oh, but your