There was not another soul in sight as the pair walked the unfamiliar American streets in the peaceful nighttime. Seonghwa smiled over at his husband, a title that was still so new and fresh, admiring them in the moonlight. His hand held on to theirs with his fingers slotted between their own as he swung his arm ever so gently with theirs. It was nights like these, where the day had been long and their time together limited, that he appreciated most. Just a simple stroll was just what his heart needed; he couldn’t wait for their little one to arrive so the three of them could take walks together as a family.
The thought caused him to subconsciously rest his other hand over his stomach as his eyes twinkled. “Hongjoong-ah, we’re more than halfway there,” he said. “Can you believe five months have passed already?” He shook his head in disbelief and sighed, thumb brushing over the back of their hand as he smiled again. “You know, ever since I met you, my dreams have been coming true one by one. I wouldn’t have this wonderful life if it wasn’t for you. I–” he paused as he thought he saw a shadow move nearby, instinctively moving closer to Hongjoong.
“I think I’m starting to see things.” He brushed it off with a chuckle. "Maybe we should head back soon and get some sleep.”
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