A/N: I know I've neglected this story far too long. For that, I offer a thousand apologies. This will be the final update. I could no longer generate any ideas to continue this story. I've went through this chapter several times and realised that this story has finally come to an end. For my loyal readers, there are no words to describe my gratitude towards all of you. I should stop rambling and let you read. Once again, enjoy. 

Her eyes worked their way from her boys playing with the basketball they brought along to beach, to her youngest, the twins, channelling their inner engineer to construct an elaborate sandcastle with their respective plastic mini pails and shovels before finally setting them on him.

Against the backdrop of the beach, he appeared from the shore, with his clothes almost soaked with water. A clear indication that he had been surfing prior to this while she spent her time, basking the warmth underneath the sun.

She grinned at him, peering through her huge sunglasses, and titling her head to a side as he closed in their distance. He shook his whole body intentionally, like a dog trying to dry off his fur, with a sly smirk plastered on his face and then slid next to her. And snuggled her.

“Yah, what are you doing? You’re getting me wet!” She exclaimed at her husband, pushing him away but it did not help at all. Considering he was much taller with fantastic muscular body made out of steel and she was nothing like him. She tried to wiggle her way out but he had a firm grasp of her and she gave up, limply lying on the beach chair.

He retorted, “We’re at the beach. The beach. Instead of getting sunburn, you should have joined me surfing. The water is great,” stressing the word “beach”. She pushed her sunglasses further up as it had been sliding down the minute before, glowering at him, “I was watching our children which you just ditch them the moment we arrived in the beach,” she barked.

Giving their children a swift glimpse, he shrugged. “They can take care of themselves. I trust Yoo Ji and Lee Jin to make sure they are not out of line. Come on, it’s been a long time since we have some time to ourselves,” he pouted.

Rian only snorted. “You always said that. Lee Jin can be a cry baby. Yoo Ji, if he tries to be mischief, the outcome is you have more than three kids crying their eyes out.”

“I guess I have time to spare and deal with your shenanigans tonight,” she added as an afterthought. Yoo Jin brightened up at the prospect of having some time alone with Rian, “Great! If that’s the case, then I’m going to have to prepare the events much sooner than I anticipated,” he said, joyfully. He jumped to his feet, began to walk away from his wife and kids but not before he muttered, seductively into her ears, “I love you.”

It made her smiled, she made a shooing motion and jokingly called to him, “Your event better be good! Or you’re not getting any tonight!”

All the memories she recalled before, reminded her that she was one lucky woman who has Yoo Jin as her husband. Their transition from classmates to friends and finally, man and wife, could rival one of the best dramas airing in TV.

Her feelings for JB? Gone, sometimes she forgets that they used to date.

Hatred for Haesong? No longer there, instead she was thankful for the composer’s appearance in JB’s life.

 Jealousy at Haesong? If the man in question was JB, nope. But being Yoo Jin’s first crush, yes that made her a little worried. However, she knew that Yoo Jin did not look at Haesong like he used to many years ago and that provided her the assurance she needed.

Like Yoo Jin? No, she loved the man to death. And their children. That’s all that matters now.