"Ahn Yujin!" Minju shouted from the toilet, startling the man who was putting on his pyjamas halfway as Yujin ran towards the bathroom. Why is the bathroom so far?

For the past 8 months, it was hell for the man, always having false alarms from his wife who doesn't really know what to expect when she's the one pregnant. The Mafia leader ended up being the one researching how to care for a pregnant lady, not even letting an insect touch her.

He cursed the hell out of having such a big house, slamming the door open to see Minju awkwardly sitting on the toilet bowl. "Why? Why?"

His wife looked up. "I think my water broke." Minju sniffed and looked perfectly calm.

Yujin squatted down in front of her. "Already?" the woman shrugged. "Are you sure you're not just peeing?" he asked which made Minju smack him.

"Does it hurt?" She shook her head. "Just feels a little uncomfortable." Yujin nodded.

"Stay here." he ran back out and took his phone, giving his secretary a quick call before coming back into the bathroom.

"What do I do?" Minju asked while he helped her clean up so she doesn't need to move much, knowing how hard it is to carry another human in your stomach, literally lifting weights 24 hours a day.

"Ms Jung told me you should just relax and let your husband do everything," Yujin spoke and carefully lifted her up, leading her out of the bathroom.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Minju asked and earned a disappointing look from Yujin. "You're doubting me? The person who has never left you for a second?" the woman smiled while he pressed the button of his lift, ensuring Minju doesn't walk too much.

"Shouldn't you change first?" she asked, seeing how he was still half- with boxer briefs. "I feel y." Yujin brings her into the lift, quickly heading downstairs.

She slaps his stomach, making him groan. "I got back my abs because of you," Yujin said, flexing lightly which made her laugh.

Ever since the news of Minju being pregnant got delivered to him, he started to learn how to cook for her, not trusting what others have prepared for them. His instincts told him to do that even though Minju probably trusts outside food more than what he cooks. Nevertheless, they were all healthy food. Healthy baby, wife, probably healthy househusband.

Yujin gently sat her down on the sofa, making her lie back comfortably. "Wait here while I go get changed. Do is coming in a minute." he ran back upstairs while Minju let out a small sigh, hand landing on her inflated belly.

"I can't wait to meet you."













 

"How do you feel?" Yujin asked, hand holding onto Minju's, seeing his wife laying there on the hospital bed in the VIP ward, waiting for labour. "I'm fine, is your arm okay?" she looks at his forearm filled with bitemarks, probably from her when contractions kicked in.

"I'm more afraid for my scalp in a few hours." Yujin laughed softly while the doctors came in to check on dilation. He leaned into her ear. "Why does it have to be a guy?" he asked Minju who chuckled, running her fingers through his hair.

"He's a doctor babe."












 

"AHN YUJIN!" Minju screamed at the top of her lungs, trying her best to push the baby out of her. "A-Ah! AH!" the guy shouted at the same time, feeling as if his hair were about to be yanked out of his follicles, gripping onto the side of the bed.

"A little more..." the doctor chanted, encouraging the mother who was on the verge of exhaustion. "You..." Minju pushed harder each time. "YOU'RE GOING TO CARRY THE BABY NEXT TIME!" she harshly gripped onto Yujin's nape, shouting a bunch of profanities.

Some of the nurses on stand by chuckled at the married couple, hearing the doctor calling for them when the head was seen.












 

"I think she looks like me." Minju positively said, gently caressing the newborn's head, smiling while Yujin looked at her. "She has to look like you. People might run away if she looks like me." Yujin laughed softly, carefully holding onto the little infant's hand, feeling her gripping onto his finger.

"You don't look that bad," Minju said, endearingly looking at Yujin who probably fell for the baby.

"Tiny Yurim," he said, looking at Minju whose smile never left her face. "How are you feeling?" Yujin asked for the nth time, worrying how she might still feel pain.

The woman shook her head. "I'm finally able to move properly." she chuckled. "Now it's your turn to take care of her." she gently booped the little girl's nose while Yujin tilted his head.

"I've been taking care of you the whole time..." he mumbled, eyes glued onto his little girl who has yet to open her eyes. But from what it looks like, she had Minju's eyes and his sharp nose, small lips. Overall, she's painfully adorable. Yujin feels like he's about to go nuts, scalp still feeling the pain from an hour ago.




 

Two months later...




 

"Ahn Yujin!"

The guy immediately ran down the stairs, nearly falling down as he arrived at the living room, wails of the baby resonating through the house. "What, what?" Yujin frantically looked while Minju who was cooking pointed at one of the helpers who were taking care of the kid.

"I think she's hungry." The helper told Yujin who took over, carefully carrying Yurim. "Don't cry...don't cry...daddy's here." he softly rocked the baby, slowly walking towards Minju who started laughing at how he was carrying the infant.

"Yah...why are you carrying her like that?" she asked, seeing how Yujin carried the little girl as if she were sitting, using his arm as a safety belt. "Then how else do you want me to carry her? She likes this."

"She's 60 days old, you're going to break her spine if you do that." Minju turned off the gas stove, asking one of the helpers to take over. Yujin pouted, glancing at Yurim who stopped crying.

"We need to train her stability. Next time, she'll be able to stand by herself," he argued, gently poking the child's cheek. "Give her to me."

"Yeah...she needs milk," Yujin spoke, transferring the kid to Minju who skillfully carried her. She started going towards the nursing room with Yujin following from behind.

"Can I have some milk too?" he asked, earning a kick from Minju.











 

Minju was about to change Yurim's diaper when Yujin came into the room. "Babe, my mom told me we're having dinner at her place today." he looked up from his phone, earning a hum.

She then reached for the clean diaper, settling beside the kid. "You should try." Minju took the diaper, shoving it to Yujin who got confused. "Huh? Me?" he asked while she nodded, pushing him towards Yurim.

"It's a nasty one." Minju hinted and chuckled while the guy looked at her blankly. "Nah, I think you should do it, you're the mother here." he tried giving the diaper to Minju who shook her head.

"Try. I'm sure she'll want daddy to change her." Minju nodded positively while the guy gulped softly. He knows how pungent it smells and feels bad that Minju's always the one changing her. "Hurry up or she's gonna cry." Minju urged while Yujin took in a deep breath, holding it.

He fumbled with the used diaper, taking it off and got blasted with a whiff of baby poop, making him flinch. "Can you not do it?" Minju shook her head, taking a step back, leaving it to him.

"Oh god." he sighed and tried his best, taking some wipes, cleaning here and there, lifting the kid's legs to thoroughly clean everything before reaching for the new diaper.

The beloved wife just stood there and watched him suffer, laughing her off with the petite movements he made in an attempt to avoid touching poop.

Yujin exhaled. "Done." he presented well dressed Yurim to Minju who patted his shoulder. "A gift for you." she then shoved the used diaper into his hands, before running away.

"Yah! Kim Minju!" the man was about to run but remembered his kid. "Oh, Yurim-ah." Yujin carried her gently before running after his wife.













 

"Honey." the guy walked out of the bathroom, only wearing his boxers with a smirk planted on his lips. Minju looked up at her husband who was leaning against the doorframe, attempting to seduce her. "What?" she chuckles lightly, putting her phone aside, about to go to bed after managing to put Yurim to sleep.

"You know..." he spoke, walking towards the bed, crawling on top of her. "...it has been a long time...." he hinted, wiggling his eyebrows while Minju cupped his face.

"What do you want?" she asked, seeing how Yujin his lips delectably, leaning his face closer to hers. "I want you." he pecked her lips while Minju narrowed her eyes.

"We'll wake her up." she refused, knowing how Yurim's room is a few meters away while Yujin dived into her neck. "We won't if you don't make a sound." he planted soft kisses along her neckline.

Minju let out a small sigh and gave in to her temptations, swathing her arms around his neck.

...

UNGEHHHH

Cries sounding like sirens resonated through their room while Minju halted Yujin who looked at her. "She's crying." she panted asking him to stop. "So fast?" Yujin pouted while Minju tapped on his shoulder, earning a soft whine from the man.

Minju stood up, and grabbed the bathrobe, putting it on before exiting their room with Yujin following from behind. "Every time..." Yujin mumbled, watching as Minju picked up the kid, gesturing for him to make the formula.

"Use..." Yujin gestured at his own chest while Minju gave him a slight glare, patting Yurim's back. "It hurts," she answered while the man tilted his head.

"Why?" Minju sighed, asking him to hurry up in order to stop Yurim from crying. "It hurts because of you." the girl stated, calming the baby girl down which made Yujin sulk, not getting what he wants.

He quickly made the milk, closing the cap with Minju taking the bottle from him. "Ahh..." Minju softly voiced out, nudging the tip of the bottle into Yurim's mouth, seeing how she eagerly. "You must be so hungry