Of course, Jian said she would have more.
Rrrrr. Rrrrr.
At that moment, the phone rang, and TaeYoon’s name appeared on the screen.
Representative. Have you checked the file?
“Who gets to decide to die on their own? You have to pay the price and die.”
The file was a simple report attached with pictures of WooSeonHo and WooJeongHyun.
Danwoo read the text below the photos with an indifferent gaze.
It contained information that WooSeonHo had attempted suicide for the third time in prison. Below that was a brief description of how WooJeongHyun ended up with a leg cast.
“I’ve checked it. See you in Seoul.”
Yes.
Danwoo hung up the phone and looked at the noisy yard. It was the sound of Jian and Eunwoo coming back.
As he descended into the yard, Jian put Eunwoo down on the ground.
“Dad.”
Eunwoo called him energetically, stepping on the lush grass with his small feet.
“Our son. Did you meet Grandma well?”
“Yes.”
Danwoo lifted Eunwoo and asked Jian if everything was okay with EunJi.
“How’s your mother-in-law?”
“She came because she wanted to see Eunwoo.”
Yesterday was the day when Eunji, who is a mom, and Jian met once a month to dine out. However, due to overlapping schedules with their Jeju itinerary, they had no choice but to postpone the appointment. However, Eunji, who suddenly called in the morning, said she was in Jeju.
“Shall I come to pick you up?”
“It’s more comfortable at the hotel. You know, right?”
Jian remembered the day she gave birth to Eunwoo and returned home from the maternity hospital. It was Eunji, who arranged for Mrs. Jin, who works at the Samsung-dong family home, and the best postpartum assistant. However, Eunji only briefly stopped by the house to see Eunwoo and then returned. The only reason was that she found other people’s homes uncomfortable.
“She only saw Eunwoo all the time. Then eventually scolded my sister a few times.”
“Mother-in-law?”
“Yeah. She said she worked hard to establish herself for three years, but now the academy acts as if it’s her own. After my sister retired, she kept coming out of the academy all the time, and my mom doesn’t like it.”
Jian sat at the outdoor sink in the yard and washed Eunwoo’s hands.
“Mom. Water… fun.”
“Eunwoo, water is fun? But it’s not time for water play yet. What else did Eunwoo like?”
“Eunwoo likes water.”
“But today, do you want to play with Dad?”
Looking back at Danwoo, Eunwoo spread his arms and hugged Jian tightly. When Mom was around, Eunwoo didn’t need Dad. It made Danwoo, who felt somewhat resentful, hug both Jian and Eunwoo at the same time.
“Soon, Eunwoo will become a ‘Dad’s boy.’ That way, Mom will feel a bit more comfortable.”
The reason he resigned from the CEO position at Play Round was because of Eunwoo. Using the excuse of being busy, he stuck to his mom, leaving Dad always in an awkward position.
Jian thought it was natural for her to take care of Eunwoo with her own hands, even though there was a babysitter.
On days when he came home late from work, Danwoo always felt sorry for Jian, who held Eunwoo in her arms and fell asleep with a tired face.
He also felt uncomfortable becoming a dad who couldn’t play because he was busy.
“Haven’t you had lunch because of the meeting? I’ll make bibim guksu.”
“Yeah, anything.”
Danwoo, holding Eunwoo, made a round of the yard before Eunji could find him, and Eunwoo burst into laughter.
“Dad. Again. Again, please.”
“Again? Okay.”
Jian looked worriedly at Danwoo, who didn’t know about his son’s infinite stamina.
However, watching the two of them playing tirelessly in the yard, she suddenly realized.
Her son’s stamina was like his dad’s.
Danwoo had already been playing with Eunwoo for several laps in the yard.
If it were me, I would have already gasped for breath and sat down, but the sight of them playing in the yard made me tired just by watching.
Thanks to Dad playing with his whole body, Eunwoo began to rub his sleepy eyes in front of the dinner table.
“Eunwoo, are you sleepy?”
“No. Dad. Eunwoo’s not sleepy. It’s okay not to sleep.”
“You should sleep when you’re sleepy. Can you endure it?”
“I’m not sleepy.”
“Really. Are you not sleepy?”
“No. Not sleepy.”
“Are you sleepy?”
“Not sleepy.”
“Honey, stop it. He seems just like our son.”
After Jian intervened, Danwoo, who ended the wordplay, laughed coolly.
Today, it seemed like Jian’s intention to protect her wife’s seat next to her was revealed. While Jian finished the evening dishes, Danwoo, who had finished showering with Eunwoo, came out of the bathroom. He was sitting in front of the bathroom, wearing only underwear, drying Eunwoo’s hair. Jian found her husband’s back admirable.
“Wash yourself. I’ll put Eunwoo to sleep.”
“No, Dad. Eunwoo sleeps well with Mom.”
Looking at Jian approaching with her arms open, Danwoo pointed to the bathroom with his chin and silently signaled, ‘I’ll take care of it. You can wash comfortably.’
Forced into the bathroom, Jian listened to the sounds from outside and raised the volume a little more comfortably when she didn’t hear Eunwoo’s resistance.
A little later, Jian entered the bedroom, looked at her husband and son, and chuckled.
Both of them were sleeping in the same salute posture.
[You can’t fool the bloodline.]She took a picture with her phone, left a memo, and sent a text with the picture to Hyesoo, Danwoo’s mother, on the other side of the Earth, hoping her day would start with a smile.
Then she lay down next to Eunwoo and watched the sleeping Danwoo.
Jian still liked looking at her husband’s sleeping face. Not as much as her son, but still.
Pushing up her sleepy eyes, Danwoo spoke softly.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you still like me so much?”
“Yeah, I still like you.”
“Do I like you? Does Eunwoo like you?”
“Eunwoo.”
Without a second of hesitation, Jian nodded with a profound expression in response to Danwoo’s question.
Then he said, “I still like you better. I die when I see you, and you are so beautiful.”
“I feel the same way when I see Eunwoo. He’s so beautiful.”
“This guy. He stole Mom’s heart because he looks like Dad.”
Jian laughed with a strange logic from Danwoo. It seemed awkward yet strangely fitting.
“Yeah, maybe that’s why Eunwoo knows only Mom.”
“Well, I only know you.”
To Danwoo, Jian was still a unique existence. From the moment they first met until now, lying face to face.
“I love you, Jian.”
“I love you too, our Danwoo.”
Jian chuckled when Danwoo asked for the reason.
“Why?”
“Calling your name seems so long ago. It feels awkward.”
“I should call you more often.”
Danwoo and Jian, whose names had become awkward, were now Eunwoo’s mom and dad.
But they still loved each other.
When Jian reached out over Eunwoo’s head, Danwoo’s arm reached out too. Then their fingers intertwined, and they put on wedding rings.
Below, Eunwoo’s softly snoring breath spread low.
THE END
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