Minjoo wakes up feeling disoriented, hot and cold at the same time, and thoroughly exhausted with muscle aches all over her body. Weird. The AC is on and her blanket is appropriately covering the lower half of her body. She doesn't have any recollection of doing strenuous activity yesterday.

Groaning, she claws at the nightstand, finally having a grip around her phone. It's cold, Minjoo thinks, it's comfortable against her burning skin.

Her head pounds unpleasantly as she cracks her eyes open, peeking into her unlocked phone. 8 AM. She slept for more than twelve hours. A record since she married Hitomi. It's not like she has insomnia, but their nightly activities often run late and the fact that both of them are naturally early risers certainly lessen her sleeping hours.

Speaking of her wife, where is she?

"H...Hitomi.."

What's with that pitiful whine? But Minjoo can't really muster anything else but that kind of sound escaping . She whines again, then collects her strength to type in something on her phone and sends it to her wife. Hitomi is most likely feeding their two daughters, seeing that today is Saturday.

It doesn't take five minutes for Hitomi to arrive, holding their youngest child, with their first child in tow.

"Papa?" Nako adorably asks, looking sad as she tries to approach her sick parent. A gentle hold on her shoulder prevents her from taking another step closer to Minjoo, though. "Papa okay?"

"Pa!" Little Yuri exclaims, raising her arms high in the air. Her eyes are wide open, showing curiosity rather than sadness like her