Here we are, sprawled over my bed, after a hard day. Me, my Omma and Seunghyun.

I had no energy to chuckle at the scene. Seunghyun had put our baby in his cradle to sleep in after everyone had left.

“Congratulations, Sandara.” My Omma smiled as she patted my leg.

“Kamsahmida Omma.” I thanked her quietly.

“Dara, have we thought of what to name him?” Seunghyun asked, his voice getting huskier.

Come to think of it, we never really seriously discussed the matter.

“I actually had a dream about this some time ago.” I admitted. “I think I suggested Yoonjae!” I giggled.

“That sounds too common!” My Omma commented.

“Why not Siwoo?” Seunghyun suggested.

“That doesn’t sound bad.” I told him. I was not a massive fan of the name though. “We can name him after Seven! Dongwook! He is Choi Dongwook too!” I joked.

“ANDAEE! There is no way I am naming my first son after him, without confirmation he will name his son after me!” Seunghyun protested, toying with the idea.

“Yah! He is a very dear friend who supports us!” I argued.

“But still, who knows if he will have a child!” Seunghyun,

“Yah, don’t say that. One can never know these things.  You do know contraceptives are not 100%.” I stated.

“Arraso, but let’s agree that we are not naming him after people we know.” Seunghyun proposed.

“Deal.” I agreed.

We remained laid down, quietly thinking.

“Choi Kang-Dae?” Suggested my Omma.

“Sounds too much like Daesung’s name, Kang Daesung.” Seunghyun reasoned.

“Dae, that sounds very alike, mianhae.” I agreed with him.

“Won-Shik? Sounds very mighty!” Seunghyun suggested.

“I could consider it.” I let him know. “But it doesn’t spring out to me.”

“What about, Inbok?” My Omma suggested.

“Inbok, Choi Inbok.” Seunghyun pieced together.

"It means blessing, and well, he is a blessing." She reasoned.

“I love it! Kamsahmida Omma-nim!” Seunghyun thanked her.

“I like it too, Choi Inbok!” I smiled gratefully. "It describes him perfectly!"

"I agree, we are blessed to have a healthy son." Seunghyun stated.

I glanced over to the cradle that held my son, Choi Inbok.

Choi Inbok, I promise I will be there for you, my little baby son.

Seunghyun sighed. “Are you okay?” I asked him, worried that he was tired.

“It’s so surreal. But fantastic!” He chuckled. “I’m an Appa!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him. My mother joined in laughing too.

The laughter slowly died down, “Isn’t it time that you two be getting married?”, my Omma suggested.

“Bwo?!” I shot up, as if my tiredness left me.

“Well you just had Inbok, not 3 hours ago!” She chuckled.

“I guess it would be sensible to register for our marriage too.” Seunghyun contemplated.

“I never really thought about it…” I admitted, sitting back down into my pillows.

Registering for marriage? Now that is another step… but didn’t we already pass that step? When we found out I was pregnant? Was it too late? I shook my head trying to get rid of these