dad!s.coups because im a simp, okay? okay. okay?
sometimes, parenting was joyful.
sometimes, you and your husband seriously debated selling both of your children for a mere hour of silence.
more specifically; parenting over the corona virus pandemic was something of a spinning wheel in which the pin stopped occasionally on the 'help I'm crying over chalk' and 'my child is the best thing on this earth'.
the usual time for the crying wake up call time was 7am on the dot, unless your daughter or son needed the toilet.
your eyes squinted open. instant anxiety filling you at the expectation of hearing a piercing yell of either you or your partners code names.
you glared at the clock. it's red code of '6:35' almost felt like a taunt. you lay still, waking up slowly but breathing as quietly as possible to hear the house.
Seungcheol's breath fanned softly over the back of your neck and exposed shoulder. there was space between you, but his arm lay heavy over your side and under your hip. it was still dark out (winter hours), thankfully, and the house was as silent as heaven.
a few seconds passed and it seemed like you were in the clear.
you hadn't realised but Seungcheol was awake; spooking you slightly as you released a huge sigh of relief - not aware of the breath you were holding until it was gone - and felt a soft pull of gravity towards the man-heater behind you.
you jumped slightly before relaxing into being pulled into the small-spoon agenda.
"Sorry love" he mumbled into your shoulder. Seungcheol's knees bending up and shuffling his strong biceps to secure you gently to his stomach, in a pure coccoon of comfort.
"didn't mean to spook you..." his breath fanned over your cheek as he nuzzled the hair off your cheek, kissing your temple affectionately.
You laughed softly, "It's okay. Didn't expect you to be awake is all."
Seungcheol hummed softly into the skin of your neck. the sound sent a shiver through your body, your mind and body still holding some resistance to the notion of waking up, but barely.
"I was listening out for Nari. she gets nightmares... when it's windy... like this."
his voice was naught more than a grumbling baritone whisper. a comforting roughness that was so familiar. you shuffled in his arms to move onto your back, then face him.
he was beautiful. even so groggy and tired, even if he was so worn down from the months of quarantine. he did so well at hiding his troubles from the kids and worked so hard to be a good dad. even with his face all puffed up and a dried out dribble stain on the pillow above, he was beautiful.
his arms relaxed into the air until you settled, falling back down with a thump once you had settled into the position.
a puffy brown eye slithered open, paired with a smile. well it was more of a shit eating smirk but you pushed those thoughts away to just enjoy this moment of closeness with your love.
"How long have you been awake, cheolie? you look tired." your tone was soft, watching as his eye closed again.
you cooed softly, reaching a finger to trace gently underneath his eyes, over his cheekbone and along his lips. his smile made little butterflies appear in your belly.
Seungcheol lifted his hand to grip your wrist and the joined fingers splaying across his jaw. he kept his eyes slightly open as he moved to meet your embrace. you're not sure how, but before you know it you've got strands of hairs between your fingers and his tongue between your teeth.
he wasn't really helping the situation; with a knee hiked up into your crotch zone and a stray hand snaking underneath your shirt to squeeze at your sensitive left boob.
you pulled away quickly, upset that the pain/pleasure had jolted you fully awake, and upset at the smirk from your husband below you.
Seungcheol snickered as you swatted his hand from underneath your soft bed bra, keeping his eyes closed and face smug.
"Don't be a dick, coups." you - well, you had attempted to say, before your husband rolled over onto his stomach, on top of you, essentially pinning your hip and torso to the bed.
"milf." he muttered against your ear. he was trying to flirt, but honestly you were trying to find any reason to keep it together before the kids waltzed in with daddy balls deep into their mother.
so you panicked and laughed.
"what the fuck Seungcheol? are you that tired and horny that you just called me a milf?"
your husband then started to have a strop. flopping back onto his back with arms crossed and a strong pout. his eyes were open now, glaring you down from hurt.
"what?" he huffed in an arrogant mood. childish really. "You’re my mum and I'd like to fuck you."
his mood meant his voice was raising, so you shushed him with a light lilt of a laugh.
"that sounds so wrong baby, but I appreciate the sentiment."
his frown only got deeper.
"... why can't I fuck my beautiful wife when I know she produces beautiful kids? stop laughing at me, I'm being serious."
you shushed him with a barely contained laugh at his innocent offence, and really your only argument was; "because I don't want the kids to come in and get scarred at the age of 3 and 4 cheolie, that's why."
he huffed a "fine." , closing his eyes again as you lay on your back, mimicking him but watching his face.
"besides, with the way you just yelled, you're lucky if Nari and Luke didn't just wake up-"
and as if on queue, the door swung the fastest it maybe ever had on its hinges, making way for the two stars of the show.
older brother Luke appeared before either you, or Seungcheol could react. running and jumping onto the bed (his dads stomach) before he had the chance to brace impact and catch the monkey child that now clambered up and across to wiggle into the space between your bodies.
Seungcheol closed his eyes with a grit in his jaw that told you he was calming his anger that stemmed from the pain of being belly slammed, and it was your turn to snicker, with a bite to your lip for slight humility.
Nari was always a little more timid. a quiet type of evil reaching the bedside with a solid thwack of a book against her daddy's arm.
"Hungry daddy." she spoke aloud, seemingly unrelated to the copy of the jungle book that you peeled away from your husbands skin, revealing the red patch beneath.
"Daddy the wind is scawing, make it stop. Luke said-"
"No I didn't!" your boy immediately defended himself. good, you raised a fighter. but good heavens that level of noise should be illegal this time in the morning.
You let out an exasperated noise from your throat as you sat up. Nari's face scrunched up into a mosaic of hunger and tiredness that in a toddler read as: trouble. an immediate wale released from her and you almost choked your son in an attempt to sit up so quickly. Luke started yelling at her to be quiet and that it wasn't his fault, escalating until Seungcheol let out a tired sigh.
He raised from his back and placed his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching across to effectively scoop Nari up and against his body so she knelt on his legs.
comforted by the cocoon of her dad and the silence (other than wind) within the room, Nari's outburst settled into hiccups and sniffles.
and he stayed like that. relaxed into an arch of support until you left with Luke to get him in the bath. until you came back to get Nari, the next hour.
you peeked into the silent room, only to find your husband on his side, sleeping with Nari's head against his shoulder. he was snoring in such a deep way you hadn't heard for so long, you almost felt bad for needing to pull your girl away from a bath.
approaching the bed gingerly, you carded a hand through his hair. "baby?" you whispered. not truly wanting to wake him. he twitched in his sleep, but settled quickly when your nails ran against his scalp.
"baby two?" you whispered to your baby girl tucked into his arms and chest. running a finger over an arm until it tugged away into the safe place of daddy-land.
you smiled. he really had stayed up and worried enough to listen out so you wouldn't be awoken.
"okay kids, I'll leave you for a bit. see you in an hour." you mumbled aloud as you stepped back from the bed, tip toeing until you could close the door.
capturing the image in your mind before going down to breakfast with the jester of the house.
you were going to be okay, you thought, as you considered the pandemic.
you guys were going to be just fine.
last updated 30/NOVEMBER/2021
To add to my m/list and maybe possibly rewrite slightly, if I so feel the need. To add below the line thing, sorry mobile users just yell curse and scroll by and be at peace. 🧿 ta
