"My wife."

My cheeks turned pink. Embarrassed, I carelessly punched the muscular arm that I was holding onto.

"Stop it. It's too mushy," I complained, earning a deep chuckle from him.

"But I love calling you that. Wife."

I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sara-ah, you're gonna have to get used to it. Just three more months. You're going to be my official wife in three months," Eric said. He pulled me closer to his body and leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

"Three months, huh?" I whispered. 

Eric and I started dating when I was eighteen. However, we kept it low as I was still "too young" to people. Of course, we confessed our relationship to both our parents. At first, both sets of parents were skeptical about it. After all, the between us was a whopping thirteen years. But we stayed strong and were serious about each other, and I guess that proved to them that the was nothing but a number.

I was jerked back to the present day when I felt Eric pushed me away from him to look into my eyes.

"What's wrong, chagiya? You don't want to marry me anymore?" he pouted.

I blinked once, twice, before I started giggling. I reached up to caress his pouted lips. Ahh, he looks so adorable.

"No, oppa. I do want to marry you. I'm just surprised that we're already left with three months," I explained.

Eric caught my hand and kissed my knuckles, not once brea