When they arrived home it was already late at night. Who could imagine they would spend a whole day together like that. Baekhyun parked his car in their lot and undid his seatbelt. He yawned and stretched himself. His head turned to look at his wife's sleeping figure.

“Hana we're home,” he quietly whispered to her, but the moonlight that shined on her face brought curiosity to him.

He leaned over to carefully undo her belt. His fingers itched wanting to pull the strand of hair that loosely covered her face behind her ears. was slightly ajar and her breathing was steady and calm. So this was how she looked like when she was sleeping. He brought up his hand and he pulled that hair back, but now he had the urge to trace the bottom of her lips. His hand made its way to her lips and just as he was about to touch it she started to move. Her eyes fluttered open and he retrieved his hand pretending to stretch.

“We're home,” he pathetically said.

She moaned as she stretched herself awake. She looked at her surroundings and surely she was home.

The grand house mirrored the still of the night. Hana wasn't so sure she was ready to meet the memories engraved within the walls, to go back and live the life before she left Baekhyun.

“Can we stay here...just for a little bit longer?” she asked him, her voice groggy with sleep.

“Whatever suits you. It's cold in here,” he shivered from the chill that had seeped in through the car. “I'm going to head inside first. I want to clean up before bed,” he opened the door and allowed himself out.

Hana slumped back in her seat. She was hoping he'd stay with her just for a little bit longer but knowing Baekhyun that might be a little bit too romantic for him. She sighed and then closed her eyes letting sleep wash over her once again.

The sun beamed down on her face as she readjusted herself. Her eyes widened at the sudden realization of the soft bed sheets. How did she end up here and in this? She looked at the clock sitting on the lamp table and internally groaned at the time. Hana face planted back into her pillow.

Had Baekhyun been using my room? Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. The overwhelming scent of her husband she had failed to notice before sent her fleeing into the nearest bathroom and vomiting nothing but the acid from the pit of her stomach. She washed herself clean and wiped the last droplets of water off with the back of her hand. She didn't notice any of this last night, but that may have been because it was too dark. In fact, she never even recalled waking up when she fell asleep in the car.

Her room seemed cleaner than when she last left it, a lot cleaner. Her senses weren't lying to her. She continued to examine her room until her eyes met the wall above the head of her bed and her movements stilled.

“He framed it,” she whispered. Her eyes stared at their wedding picture bringing back the memory of the broken frame she had last left the picture in. The spotless picture somehow made her guess that he had been taking care of her room while she was gone and she smiled at the thought. Her heart tingled in happiness as she set foot to find her husband.

“Baekhyun?” she called out as she allowed her feet to flow off the last step of the stairwell. Her head peeked through the entrance to the kitchen.

“Ah, good morning Mrs. Byun. Did you sleep well?” Ms. Kang asked as she chopped away.

“Ms. Kang? What are you doing here?” Hana asked, surprised. Ms. Kang, their family housekeeper, was never seen around. As a matter of fact, Hana had only caught a glimpse of her three or four times since she married Baekhyun. Ms. Kang was specifically told to never be seen by Baekhyun. He hated any sort of guests at their house as they could possibly cause unwanted drama that could ruin his reputation.

“Mr. Byun had asked me t