Kris' POV

~~~~ is now just four weeks away from her due date and since it was a hot spring day, we decided to pay a visit to the beach with all our friends, including Changmin and Taemin before I would put ~~~ to house rest until the babies get here. We were all dispersed along the beach and I was currently laying on my side beside ~~~, rubbing her stomach lovingly while she immersed herself in creating a sandcastle. “Are you hungry?” I worriedly asked. I had talked to our doctor about ~~~'s diet and recently switched it to where she ate small but more frequent meals everyday and it was about time where she should be eating again.

“Not right now.” ~~~ answered.

“Tell me if you are, we'll go get you something to eat.” I told and continued with rubbing her stomach. A large smile grew on my face when I felt the familiar pressure from ~~~'s stomach. “They're kicking again!” I proudly exclaimed and pressed my cheek against ~~~. Since the due date is getting closer, the twins have been kicking more than usual and every single time I felt it, I got more and more excited about their arrival. “The babies must be happy to be at the beach.” I mused.

“Oppa, can you get me some apple juice?” ~~~ kindly asked.

“Of course.” I straightened up and pressed a kiss on her cheek before jogging over to where the concession stands were. I purchased her desired drink and a few healthy snacks before making my way back over to where my wife is. I was just a couple yards away when I was stopped by an unfamiliar girl.

“Hi.” She flirtatiously greeted. I didn't bother saying anything and just gave her a blank look. The girl softly giggled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, “Can tell me where the bathroom is?”

I resisted the urge to throw up at her actions and cuss her into oblivion. I decided to be polite and pointed into the direction of where bathroom was. She giggled once more before stepping forward and running her fingers down my bare chest, “Thanks handsome.” She gave me a greasy wink before strutting away, swaying her hips excessively. I violently shuddered and had to take a few deep breathes before I would vomit. I looked back at ~~~ and when I saw her with her head hung low and a frown on her face, I immediately knew she saw the whole thing and she was not happy. I made my way back over to ~~~ and crouched down beside her. “You saw what happened didn't you?” I cautiously asked even though the answer was obvious. “Are you mad?”

“No.” ~~~ gruffly replied, roughly stabbing the sand with a shovel before dumping it into a pail.

“Yes you are.” I corrected. “Please don't be mad.”

Changmin, who was sitting a couple feet away from ~~~, halted his actions and looked over at us, “What happened?”

“Girl was hitting on and touching Kris.” ~~~ grumbled and stabbed the sand in fury. “This is the second time that it's happened.” She complained and slammed the shovel down. “I don't like being married to Kris anymore.”

My stomach churned in anxiety from her words. “Sweetie, don't say that, I'm sorry.” I pleaded and tried holding onto her hands but she quickly pulled away.

“If you really don't like being with him, you should come back to live with me!” Changmin brightly suggested. “I'll help you raise my niece and nephew.”

“Hyung!” I disapprovingly complained.

He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, “Sorry, I'll always be on my sister's side.” I gave Changmin a small glare before returning my attention back to my unhappy pregnant wife. I watched as she butchered down a section of her sandcastle, building it back up, then crushing it down again. “Sweetheart, you're killing the sandcastle.” I commented.

“Shut up, I don't want to talk to you.” ~~~ ordered.

“Sweetie, look at me.” I gently requested and grasped her shoulders. “Sweetie.” I called again but she simply ignored me and pushed my hands off her shoulder. I watched as she immersed herself in building her sandcastle. Shoveling sand into the pail, patting it down, then dumping it back out. I glanced at the shovel in her hands, then glanced to her face, and back to the shovel in her hands again.

“Hey! Give it back!” ~~~ demanded when I snatched the shovel from her hands.

I held it out of her reach and firmly shook my head, “No, not until you stop being mad at me.”

Her eyes narrowed before setting her hands down by her sides, “Fine, take it then.”

“No, ~~~-ah.” I set the small shovel back onto the sand a