As Hyun Ki ran after the ball, I couldn't help but worry as one of his shoelaces became undone.

"Appa!" He shouted with joy. "I did it! I got the ball!". His smile so similar to Young Jae's and just as contaigious brought a smile to my face.

Now at 4 years of age, our baby boy was growing up and able to not only speak clearly, but read and write several words that Young Jae had been teaching him.

What can I say, I am a proud papa.

Everday I wake up grateful for everything that led me to where I am today.

~~AUTHORS NOTE~~

This is my first fanfic so please be kind, only constructive criticism~~

This is all going to be in Daehyun's POV for now...

~PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!~

Thank You!

~mari~