I saw Tiffany briefly a few more times over the weeks but I never saw Seunhyun. He seemed to have disappeared off the face of the planet though I chastised myself often enough for even hoping that he would turn up. After all he didn’t know who I was. That’s why I chose to get away and I now found myself strolling through the park. It was great because it was just a few minutes from my old house or should I say Daesung and Minji’s house. I had stopped by quickly before offering to take the two boys to the park to give them time alone which I know as parents they find hard to come by. Of course my suggestion was met with excitement from the boys but Daesung and Minji said that I was supposed to be taking it easy.

“I’m pregnant not injured.” I had told them firmly as I helped the two boys into their coats and then headed out the door leaving the two gaping adults behind us. I was glad to get out of the city for a while and away from anyone or anything that reminded me of Seunhyun so it was much to my surprise to see Tiffany and the man who I’m guessing is her husband, strolling around hand in hand whilst the man held their son onto his hip. I ducked hoping they didn’t see me but the loud wailing that erupted from amongst the metal climbing frames followed by my nephew’s voice shouting out my name meant there was no time to try and hide. I sighed as with one hand on my stomach, I waddled towards them already ruffling through my overly large bag for the first aid kit that I packed for such occasions. The two boys were covered in wood chips, the younger one though, had turned a shade a raspberry as he cried, tears running down his cheeks and snot dripping from his nose. It was nice to see his brother wrapping his arms around his shoulders in an attempt to comfort him but I knew it only eased the wailing for a moment so I quickly joined the two of them on the floor trying not to think about how I was going to get back up again. I took one of my nephew’s little hands and kissed the palm before using my tissue to clear the snot from his face.

“Where does it hurt little man?” I asked as I brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. He sniffled and looked up at me through his tear drenched lashes before pointing to his knee. “Oh you are being such a brave boy. Can Auntie Bom take a look so that she can make it better?” My voice lowered into a soothing tone, something I had seen Minji do a dozen times and surprisingly it worked because the injured little boy sniffled once more before nodding his head.

Rolling up the leg of his jeans, I glanced up just as the sounds of footsteps on woodchips stopped not far away from us. Tiffany smiled and gave me a wave before I returned my gaze to the injury. It was nothing more than a scratch but I knew what these boys were like. “Wow, little man you are such a brave boy even with this cut.” I quickly tore off the top of an anti-septic wipe before meeting his watery eyes. “Do you think you can be brave whilst I clean this cut little man?” He gave me a teary nod whilst his brother clapped him on the back in moral support. Dabbing gently at his knee, I tried to ignore when he gasped and tried to pull away but within a minute he was grinning after I had placed a plaster over his ‘life threatening cut’ and kissed it better. As soon as his trouser was covering his leg again the two boys were off leaving me on the floor. I sighed. Thanks for helping me up boys. I struggled to push myself off of the ground but failed to find my balance so I only got an inch off of the ground before I was back on the ground with woodchips stabbing me through my jeans. Suddenly a hand appeared in my vision and as I glanced up I came face to face with one hell of a beautiful man. I grasped his hand as he tugged me to a feet and I had to give him props for not looked over exerted from tugging me up. Even Youngbae struggled to hoist me up from the chairs now. At 8 months pregnant I was frigging huge, I couldn’t see my feet anymore and I always had to get someone else to tie my shoes. No one ever said how reliant on other people you have to get. Tiffany’s husband grinned at me for a moment before dropping my hand. I smiled in thanks just as Tiffany approached though I noticed she was without her little boy. But one glance over my shoulder told me why, he was toddling after my nephews with a huge smile on my face.

“Are they yours?” She asked eyeing the two boys. I smiled and shook my head.

“Nope, they’re my nephews, this little one is gonna be my first, though if the baby is a little terror like those two then I think he will be my last.” As I finished the sentence my nephews started shouting at each other so I sighed, and with much reluctance, I turned my head that way to see the two of them launching fistfuls of wood chips at each other. The designer of the park obviously didn’t have young children in mind, I though sourly as placed two fingers in my mouth and blew so that a loud whistle pierced the air. The two of them paused mid throw and swiveled their heads around to me, their taunts pausing on their lips. Raising both my brows at them, I placed my hands on my hips and stared them down. “Pack it in or you’ll go home and I’ll eat the sweets that I brought for you.” The two of them perked up at the mention of sweets, nodding eagerly before they dropped their fistfuls of wood chips and continued to play, though much nicer this time. Tiffany laughed from beside me, successfully drawing my attention from the kids. I turned and smiled at her before nodding to a bench a few feet away. “Let’s sit down, my feet are killing me.” I said already walking in that direction so that Tiffany didn’t have much time to protest. As soon as my weight was off of my feet I let out a sigh, it fe