double trouble | sjhn
SUMMARY. parenthood has its ups and downs, but with johnny as your husband, things aren't so bad or chaotic. right?
PAIRING. husband and baby daddy!johnny x wife!femreader
WORD COUNT. 5.1k
GENRE. pure fluff, humor, and slight smut
PLAYLIST. so easy (to fall in love) by olivia dean
WARNINGS. profanities, just johnny and reader doing the deed while everyone is asleep bc they're parents
⤑ vero’s words: IT'S GIVING BUZZER BEATER HAHAHAHAHA i wrote this story initially for christmas but instead changed it for his birthday which was QUITE A LOT TO WRITE AND EDIT LOL so yeah this is technically unedited but i pushed through for my love for johnny 😭💖 anyways, i was inspired by this specific video clip to write this story so please join me being delulu af 💐 enjoy, guys and happy johnny day!!!
⤑ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don’t own the people/characters written, but the plot is mine. translations or copying my work is not allowed.
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“BEDTIME, BOYS.”
If there’s anything stopping you from getting a full, uninterrupted night of sleep, your twin sons Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo are high up on the ranking.
The culprit?
Another episode of their favorite cartoons that’s too astounding to miss out on. Bright lights, loud and peppy sound effects, and just enough cliffhangers to convince them that sleep is merely an option for the night.
Talk about prolonged dopamine rush with their little legs bouncing against the couch cushions like tiny cars newly filled with a full tank of gasoline.
With the weekend finally here, the rules have softened. Ever since they got home that day, their shoes are kicked off to the side and toys are on the floor. Playing was a given, and one episode rolled into another.
This can go on for hours, even to the point they go past their bedtime.
Much to your slight disagreement.
But to your husband Johnny’s delight.
Given how busy he still is as a musician, it’s a little tricky to sync the timing of his sons’ active hours. There have been long stretches when his schedules overlapped with bedtime stories and daycare pick-ups, along with meals he missed. But ever since the group activities lessened and he has more control and flexibility over his solo schedules, he’s been home more.
Present.
Earlier today, he was the one who picked them up at school before swinging by your office to grab you. If anything, the boys were ecstatic to see their dad by their school gates, even with his disguise get-up. Call it a small, domestic victory, or victories when you also witnessed your boys running to you when you exited your office.
Then the night before, he helped them with their spelling tests and addition flash cards. A mini debate between “yummy” and “yummie” and why 7 + 3 is equal to 10, you’ve never seen your husband so patient even with the frustration just about to erupt. Because at the end of the day, he gets to spend time with his mini-mes, his troublemakers.
But this weekend is a little different than most.
Tomorrow is Johnny’s birthday, a Saturday, a full day family affair.
Starting with brunch by the park, playing there with all sorts of games, then an intimate dinner with family and friends, you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.
And so will he.
Especially him.
But right now, he’s currently in his home office, in a meeting with Acne Studios for another collaboration. Silhouettes, fabrics, outfit combinations. Japan came up again, a new store opening happening next month. He already brought up the possibility, implying to make it a family trip with you and the boys. And hoping you’ll say yes.
(Yes.)
As you glance at the clock right above the kitchen door, he should be finishing up any moment.
He missed out on dinner earlier, so you promised to join him. Hence, the tea. At least by that time, your boys will be fast asleep.
Except…
That doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon with their passionate commentary filling your entire home. Something about whether or not their character on screen will achieve their adventure.
“Hyunyoung, Hyunwoo,” You call out from the kitchen, dipping a chamomile tea bag into warm water on your mug. Almost quickly, its contents dissolve and darken the liquid. “We’ll miss out on biking and frisbee tomorrow if you sleep late.”
“No, no, we need to see what happens next!”
“But it’s almost done, Mommy!” Hyunyoung, the older twin by 3 minutes (and never lets anyone forget about it), negotiates, slightly leaning back to see you. “They need to have their birthday party so we can sleep better!”
“But what about daddy’s special day tomorrow?” You ask, hopeful they change their minds. “Sleepy boys won’t be able to have fun with him tomorrow.”
“Please, mommy!” Hyunwoo whines, conspiring with his twin. “15 more minutes!”
They’re now both giving those puppy eyes they inherited directly from Johnny. Pairs you can never say no to, along with their hands clasping into a prayer position.
Damn it.
You hold out for a few seconds until you defeatedly nod with an “okay”. Then under your breath, “15 more minutes too late.”
Another thing about having Johnny as their father? Their stubbornness.
“They’re still awake?”
Speaking of him, your body swivels just in time to spot Johnny, leaning against the doorframe. Fresh from his meeting, his brown hair is a disheveled mess. Evident enough, his fingers ran through them too many times from frustration and as a habit. A casual white tee, one of many, clings faintly to his chest while his grey joggers hang quite low enough to reveal the familiar top hem of his Calvin Klein boxers.
As if it’s doing it on purpose, to mess with you.
“Eyes up here, babe.” He teases, earning him a scoff as he crosses the room and hugs you from behind. His chin finds the crook of your neck, warm and familiar. You soften in his embrace, the feeling of home wrapping you in and making you nuzzle closer to him.
“Missed you.” His arms tighten slightly around you.
“Missed you too,” You respond, lifting the soaked tea bag from your mug. “How was the meeting?”
“Long.” He deeply groans. “Something about textures and different outfit combinations for the opening.”
“Shirt on or shirt off?” You tease, earning you an arch of a brow from him.
“I did just get a new tattoo by my chest,” He playfully ponders, tapping a finger on his chin. “Worth showing off, right?”
“You’re so smug.” You roll your eyes, then kiss his cheek. “Just do you, babe.”
If anything, fatherhood has never dulled Johnny’s personality and self-expression. Sure, the dad jokes and mannerisms can be annoying, but if anything, it made him sweeter, more playful, and confident. So yeah, those shirtless looks or fitted ones that he still presents in public? It’s still there. So if the twins ask about it then cringe as they get older? Well, that’s a dilemma for future Johnny. For now, it’s all about self-expression and confidence, he’d say. And for them to look back and think have a cool dad.
Typical him.
“How are they still up?” Your attention is directed back to your two boys hovering around the TV in the living room, where his gaze drifts to. “They should be sleeping now.”
“Apparently, this show is so important to them.” You don’t realize the fond look on your face as you reply/
“Did they give you puppy dog eyes again?” He calls you out knowingly.
“No,” You try to fend yourself.
“They did.”
But if anything, Johnny knows when you’re lying. “Yes.”
“I figured.” He says. “Negotiating with them isn’t really your strong suit, babe.”
“Hey!” Before you could react any further, he’s out of your embrace with a shift in his posture as he walks towards the doorway of the living room.
He scans the room across, studying two identical figures squealing victoriously towards a thrilling scene on the TV. So identical you can almost mistake one over the other if not for the small mole above Hyunwoo’s eyebrow and a heart-shaped birthmark on Hyunyoung’s right shoulder. Sticky kernels of caramel popcorn leaves traces on their fingers and cheeks.
Habitually biting his lower lip in concentration, a few forehead crinkles appear in its wake. Clearly enough to you, that’s his thinking face. Then his eyes suddenly light up, followed by short nods.
“I’ve got an idea.”
Your next words barely made it out of your mouth as he charged towards the living room in all his 6 feet glory. Tiptoeing across the living room like a silly cartoon villain, the twins don’t notice until it’s too late as they’re too locked in with their show. Then with his tattooed muscular arms, he swiftly “attacks” by scooping your twins up by their tummies like they were the lightest pumpkins in the patch. You let out a gasp, then a giggle at how adorable and hilarious this move was.
“Appa!” They both protest, kicking and squirming at their father. To no avail, his grip was tight enough for them not to fall or hurt them. A menace, that’s for sure.
“Put us down!” Hyunwoo begs, looking up at him. “We’re almost done, promise!”
Johnny could only chuckle, if not mischievously, at their rather cute (yet useless) pleas and stubborn wiggles for escape and freedom. Call this one of his unique ways to teach them a valuable lesson.
“Kaja, kaja,” He repeats, heading towards the hallway to the path of their bedroom.
You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Your phone was out to capture the moment, wherein two tiny bottoms stick out while the arms of your husband held your boys.
Your tea can wait.
Johnny contained them long enough to reach the twins’ shared bedroom. Light hues of blue and white were painted on their walls, bold dinosaur and car bedsheets on their neighboring beds parted with a side table in between, assorted toys scattered on one side of the floor (their play area), and an orderly bookshelf with bean bag chairs near the window. Probably the only clean part in their space if not you always teaching them pack up after reading.
If only that was the same with their toys, except they insist to keep them there so they’re easily accessible.
With you right behind Johnny, he already put each twin down to their respective bed.
Instant protest bubbles to the surface.
Like tiny monsters invading cities, they both equally stomped around their beds with crossed arms and huffs of annoyance.
“Appa, we’re not sleepy yet!”
“Appa, we just wanted to reach the end!”
Hyunwoo with the dinosaurs and Hyunyoung with the cars,
Appa this, appa that. Johnny’s gotten used to their tantrums and times when they don’t get their way, filtering them out with clear direction on what he wants to teach them. If there’s anything Johnny values when he became a father, it’s for his kids to follow rules. Having ignored your words multiple times tonight, it wasn’t fair to you.
“Boys,” His voice deepened a few octaves, his posture straightened further.
The twins to stop their actions. Even you, leaning against the doorframe this time, paused at his tone.
Daddy’s big voice is on.
“It’s way past your bedtime, and didn’t eomma and I tell you we have to get up early so we have the whole morning for the park?”
“But daddy-”
“You guys get cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.” He continues. “How can have daddy have fun tomorrow when his boys are too cranky and sleepy?”
They shake their heads and quickly settle into their beds, almost afraid that tomorrow is ruined.
“Sorry, Appa!” They apologize in unison. “We’ll sleep now!”
While Johnny has a point and the discipline is needed, the “T” aspect of his MBTI can be quite too much for your young boys. Their worried expressions may make it harder to sleep, so this is where you step in.
“Alright, back it up, Mr. Seo,” Your hand pats his shoulder, brushing past him. “Let eomma handle them now.”
You sit first on Hyunwoo’s bed, his tiny hand reaching out and interlacing with yours. “We’re sorry, mommy.”
With a reassuring smile, you kissed his hand then his forehead. That earned him his calm grin in his lips. “It’s okay, Woo. Just promise me you’ll obey when I say enough is enough, okay?”
He nods, earning a soft cheek squeeze from you. “Good boy.”
While he snuggles into his soft bed, you move over to Hyunyoung’s bed. Already holding on to a storybook that was in his bedside earlier, he goes “Can we still have a story so we sleep better?”
Always the negotiator. “Still stubborn for bed, love?”
“If we can’t finish the show, at least a story can make it all better.”
Based on the graphics of the book, they’re the exact characters from their TV show. A good compromise, you’d say, even if the plot is different.
“Please, Eomma? Appa?” Hyunwoo sides with his brother, as always.
Before giving approval, you look up to where your husband stood. Arms crossed with an eyebrow perched, you let your eyes do the pleading. Just one story.
Weak when you yearn, he sighs in defeat. But a happy one. “Okay, one story.”
Your twins erupt in celebration, tiny arms in the air and kicking feet under the bed as if they won a huge prize. But before they can relish it, you caught on their sticky hands and honey-coated teeth.
“Wait!” You call out, holding on to Hyunyoung’s hand. “Bathroom. Now.”
“Eomma!” They collectively groan.
“Let’s brush your teeth and wash your hands before bedtime, kiddos.” One hand pats on each bed, urging them to get up and move. Even if they’re too cozy in bed, Johnny had a finger pointed to their bathroom.
“Listen to your mom, kids.”
Soon enough, they’re much cleaner and fresher. Sleepier if not for the lavender spray you spritzed in their bedroom that they like so much.
You settle in beside Hyunyoung in his bed, relishing his warm and light presence, while Johnny squeezes himself onto Hyunwoo’s side. Despite his larger size, Hyunwoo nuzzles closer to him. Your fingers gently flipped open the familiar, worn-out book but before you could start, Hyunyoung chimes in.
“Wait!!!” Hyunyoung chimes in, snatching the book from you. “Daddy should read to us!”
“Oh, yes!” Hyunwoo joins in, rolling on his side to where Johnny was cuddling him. “Please, daddy, please!”
Cute, repeated pleas reverb the room again, only this time it’s hopeful. When you think of it, it’s been a while since Johnny did bedtime stories. But it’s also been a while since the boys asked for a bedtime story, letting their toys and showertime naturally wear them out and off to bed.
Then they flash those familiar puppy eyes that even Johnny can’t resist.
“What do you say, Daddy?” You hand over the book. “Gotta give the people what they want.”
He chuckles as he takes it from you, already getting the boys excited.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s get cozy.” He says, flipping the worn out book open, where bright illustrations greet him along with big, bold text. “The Magic Golden Bell by Minseo Han” He recites. “There was once a happy boy named Minhyung who owned a magic golden bell…”
The words naturally fall out of his mouth, along with matching with the gleeful mood of the story. Soft and steady, his voice fills the room and quickly creates a sense of calm after all the prior chaos. This change in pace felt nice, and no matter how many times the tale has been read, the joy on your twins’ faces is a prize no money can pay.
Albeit sleepy as Hyunyoung’s little mouth yawns and Hyunwoo’s small knuckle rubbing his eyes, they pay attention to your tale.
But as little boys go, they eventually reach their limits just as you ended the story.
Quiet snores fill the air, along with small, unconscious squirms and wiggles in their bed. Hyunyoung’s head and hand rested on your chest, similar to when he was still a baby. He’s growing up to fast with his brother, you think.
With a heartfelt grin, you plant a kiss on Hyunyoung’s forehead, making him scrunch happily as you further tucked him in bed.
“Goodnight, Hyunyoung.” You greet. “Sweet dreams, love.”
“Night, eomma.” He manages to utter out while dozing dreamily.
Meanwhile, Johnny leans closer, brushing a stray hair from Hyunwoo’s forehead, whispering, “Sleep tight, buddy. Daddy loves you.”
“Night, appa, Night eomma. Wuv you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.” You’re right by his side to give a forehead kiss.
Johnny tucks Hyunyoung’s duvet closer to him, patting his head. “Sleep tight, kiddo. Daddy loves you.”
“Night, appa.” With his eyes doing its best to open to get a glimpse of him, “Happy birthday.”
With a crinkled smile, Johnny kisses his forehead. “Thank you. Get some rest now.”
As you kneel down to the level of their sidetable, your fingers click the button of their car-shaped nighlight. Turning around, Johnny was already by the door, switching the main light off so the nightlight can work its true power. But before any of you could leave, you both took in the peaceful sight for a few moments longer.
How lucky are you that this is your life now?
“Phew, that was tough.” You sigh.
Johnny smiles at you. “Worth it.”
“Sorry I missed dinner,” Johnny breaks the silence between you two as you pad back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass to push against the water dispenser on your fridge. The overhead light stays off, preferring the warm under-cabinet glow given the late time. Shoulders loosened, your parent cap is on break.
“It happens,” You shrug with a little tease in your tone. Pointing to his plate on kitchen island, covered by a lid, “You can heat up the food in the microwave.”
“Thanks.” He puts his glass down to grab his plate and do as told, pressing certain buttons before you hear the microwave turn on. Meanwhile, you grab another mug and filled it with warm water and a new tea bag since the first one has gone cold. Utensils too for your husband, who just took out his warm plate from the microwave. White rice, beef bulgogi, grilled vegetables you’d insist the twins eat for added nutrients but mostly failed. But good thing, your husband likes them. Between you and him, you were always the cook, while he’s an enjoyer of them.
As he sits across you, you hand over his utensils so he can take a bite. When he does, he hums in satisfaction.
“Good?”
He nods. “You always hit the right spot.”
You chuckle, grabbing a napkin to wipe off some rice that fell from the spoon.
“You know,” He says with that handsome grin of his, filled with nostalgia. “5 years ago, a late-night meal meant convenience store ramen at 3 am.”
“Now, it’s reheated dinner with all food groups eaten after bedtime.” You lift the tea bag up and place it on a small plate, sipping your mug. With a delighted smile, “Gotta set a good example for the boys.”
“Still a win,” He decides. “Even if their puppy eyes brought us to this chaos.”
Your soft eyes turn sharp, darting at him like laser beams. “Watch it, Seo.”
“Okay, okay,” His hands are up in surrender. “They definitely got their stubbornness from me.”
“A known fact,” You state firmly, then smile gradually. “But I gotta admit that you carrying them to their rooms was too funny.”
His laugh is deep and rumbly. “At that rate, they would be up all night if not for the caramel popcorn.”
“Which you bought for them on the way home.”
“Because they asked nicely and had stars on their test.”
“Admit you planted this chaos, Seo.” You challenged.
“I plead the fifth.” He fends himself, then returns to eating. Unhurried despite how hungry he clearly is, barefoot, hair messier than earlier due to the twins, no stage lights or cameras, it was just Johnny. Your Johnny. It’s grounding in a way that made you ache pleasantly.
“They were really into that show though,” He changes topics in between bites.
“They get that from you,” You reply. “You and your webtoon novels that you stay up later for.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Here we go again. “Should we bring out the receipts of the paid content you buy then?”
Hook, line, center. “Okay, sure. But at least I hide it better.”
“You literally went to Naver for your variety series and spoke with staff.”
“I’m just gonna,” He takes more bites of his meal, ignoring as you laugh at his sulkiness.
“I’m just messing with you, love.” Your finger wipes a fake tear, holding his hand. “If anything, you’re passionate and show your love when you can. Just look at how much the twins love you.”
His gaze softens at the mention of them, interlacing his hand with yours. “They’re good kids, (Y/N).”
“And it’s because we raised them the best we could,” You agree. “Even when they ignore bedtime.”
Johnny nods, putting down his utensils with his other hand on his now empty plate. “Hyunyoung’s getting sharper with his negotiating, while Hyunwoo is the soft one who also wants to get his way.”
“Double trouble alright.” You add. “They’re getting tougher to handle these days.”
“Agreed,” Johnny says, “And yet, they’re only this small for now.”
Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo just turned five last November, but given Johnny’s height, they’re already taller than most kids in their preschool and in the extracurricular activities they do. It’s quite the milestone, but there’s bittersweetness in knowing that they’re growing up so fast. They once fit your arms, and they’re nearly overtaking each other on Johnny’s lap. Then again, there’s anticipation on knowing who they’ll become over the days, months, years.
An irony that can exist harmoniously.
“You’re getting sentimental again, aren’t you?” Johnny points out so easily, standing up to walk across you and sit beside you.
“How can I not be?” You say with deep passion in your heart, sitting more upright towards his direction. “I still see them as my babies.”
“Makes sense when you can’t say no to them over their favorite tv show.”
“And you can’t?”
“I literally just did” He raises his tattooed arms, flexing them.
“Lifting them up to their bedroom doesn’t count, Seo.”
“Sure,” He shrugs nonchalantly. “But I didn’t cave into their last minute negotiations for more tv time.”
“But you did read them a bedtime story,” You follow up with the facts. “Just admit that even being T in your MBTI, they soften you up.”
“Never said they don’t,” He clarifies. “Sometimes, they just need to remember when no is a no.”
He has a point. In your dynamic, you tend to be more lenient while he’s like the final boss of a video game that can be difficult to win over. Hence, it’s important you’re there to intervene and doesn’t go too overboard and make them cry. But it hasn’t happened… yet.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Softie.” You singsong, standing up and reaching your hand out to him. “Now come on, I have a gift for you.”
“No way!”
Johny exclaims a little too loudly as he unwraps your gift in the living room, unveiling a new camera he’s been eyeing on. Ever since the twins accidentally pushed his favorite camera from its spot on the living room during playtime and broke pretty much everything, it took all your might to tell the twins to run to their room before Johnny shouted out profanities.
The camera was sold out in all of South Korea and the US. But if not for Yuta and his wife helping you out back in Osaka, they shipped the camera to your work office just so the boys in your house don’t go snooping around in the mail. And yes, the twins would do that with the wish they get new toys.
“But they’re unavailable everywhere.”
“Japan had some remaining stock.”
“But shipping must’ve been expensive.”
“Not when you’re friends with Yuta Nakamoto.” You saunter towards him, kissing his lips. “Happy birthday, John.”
And right on cue, the nearby clock chimes.
12:00 am.
Just as your lips parted from his, his hand pulls you in. Now sitting on his lap, the box where the camera is now on the table.
“I’ve waited all evening for this.” He murmurs, lips brushing your again before they deepen. His hands were all over your waist and lower back before resting on your butt, while yours tugged on his white tee. Feeling the warmth of his chest, his heartbeat was racing.
“Johnny,” You say breathlessly, feeling his lips trace your neck and collarbone, now exposed from your loose tee. He brushes your hair back, making your head tilt back to let him explore. Now, it’s making your heart pound. “Johnny…”
As your lips repeat his name, he hushes you with a finger against your lips. Eyes dark with desire, his thumb rubs small circles over your hips. “Shhh, just us. Just for now. You and me.”
Eyes locked on his, something primal takes over you as your lips wrap around his point finger. In your mind, something else came in mind when you did that.
Something… thicker. Longer. Him at his prime.
“Fuck, baby,” He curses under his breath, hands tugging you closer to him wherein his hardness moves against your growing wetness. His lips collide again with yours, making you moan a little louder. “Need you to be inside.”
“Yeah?” You teasingly grind on him, but it’s short-lived when his hand slides inside your tee to squeeze your free breast.
“Panties. Off. Now.” His finger toys with your nipple. “And keep it down, yeah? Don’t wanna wake the kids up, right?”
With a handsome man like Johnny as your husband, it’s easy to follow his orders. Heck, arousal is practically effortless. While you’ve had your fair share of being on top and dominant, being on the receiving end tends to be your default. And you know what? You enjoy that a whole lot, especially when Johnny knows how to please you.
As you ride his cock on the loveseat while he thrusts upwards for added pleasure, your hands grip on his shoulders from the sensations leverage. Clothes discarded over the living room floor, soft music playing to muffle the slapping sounds of your body, and forgotten plates on the table, all that really mattered in the moment was being close and intimate with your love. Your back arches when his cock hits a sensitive spot, hips brushing against each other with your breath mingling with his.
“So fucking beautiful,” He whispers against your ear, his thumb rubbing your throbbing clit that makes you gasp. “Mine, all mine.”
As your legs shake and his breath hitches more, your high crashes down first with a desperate cry. He followed a mere minute, a helpless grunt escapes his lips as liquid warmth paints your inner walls. The two of you stay there for a beat, catching your breaths and grounding yourself back to the present. Your head rests on the crook of his neck, wherein his lips kiss your temple.
“Best birthday gift ever.” He rasps, feeling his cock soften inside you.
With a grin, you pull back and kiss him deeper again. With pure love and devotion, it was like a private celebration wherein only you two are allowed to witness. Time remains elastic as your heartbeats even out and stay close. Everything about this moment is familiar, a dance you’ve shared a multitude of times, yet each time sparks something new, something exhilarating. As his hands explore your naked back, memorizing every curve, mark, dimple…
Wah.
Wah.
Wah!!!!!!
Through the nearby baby monitor, a set of soft to progressively strong wails echo through.
Instantly, a mood breaker that pops your little bubble with Johnny.
Naturally, you disentangle yourself from Johnny’s hold to hastily change back to your clothes before things escalate. White tee, panties, then shorts. Johnny follows suit, but stays shirtless and keeps his grey joggers. Dad mode: on once again.
You were reluctant at first to go, bummed out at the interruption, Who wouldn’t be when private time with your husband has gotten rarer. But then again, your family was everything to you. Without a second less, you both make your way towards your bedroom, hand in hand, where the prime source of wails lay.
In a pristine-white crib by your side of the bed, your entire being immediately softens at the wide-eyed baby in her grey swaddle, resembling a starfish who squirms, babbles, and wails all the same time.
“Aigoo,” Johnny lean forward to let his fingers trace the chubby cheeks of your 8 month old baby girl, Hyunae, with her pursed lips and deep gaze towards the ceiling. “Is Little Miss Hyunae too excited to celebrate daddy’s birthday or feels a little lonely tonight, mhm?”
Her reply? A wide “O” expression in her lips, then a toothless grin showcasing her pink gums. If anything, his voice grounds her. She wiggles a little bit more, earning a chuckle from both of you.
“Alright, Little Miss,” His arms scoop her up, cradling her more comfortably. “It’s daddy’s birthday already. Your first one, so you need to rest like your older brothers so we can all have fun tomorrow.”
She just stares at him, unfocused and deadpanned, as if asking herself “What is the weird man saying and where is my milk?”
“Jeez, John,” You lean over to kiss the little girl’s forehead, who then beams excitedly. “Use easier words on her.”
“I would,” He thinks deeply. “Except she did just interrupt us having birthday sex.”
“Johnny!” You gasp, slapping his shoulder. “She’s a baby!”
“Am I wrong?” He challenges.
“Don’t make me answer that.” Again, life with 3 kids, specifically twins and a baby, disrupted your sex life multiple times. But there’s no need to bring that up again.
“No answer is an answer, love.” He teases as he kisses your forehead. “But hey, at least she’s cute.”
He continues to rock her, humming a familiar lullaby tune that works on the twins back and works the same on her. Slowly, her tiny eyes droop down and drifting back to sleep after a momentary lapse in her flow. Lately, she’s gotten much better with getting through the night. There are still instances, just like tonight, but if anything, she’s everything and more.
“Gosh,” You awe at her, resembling the same brown eyes of Johnny but with your lips and nose. Since she was born, you were elated to have a girl. Your own little girl. “She’s just perfect.”
He nods. “Just like her mother.”
You stand back to let him do his magic on your daughter, hushing and comforting her back to bed. It’s moments like this that you’ve envisioned when you started settling down. A beautiful home, a loving husband, amazing kids, and complete security in your identities as you, a wife, and mother.
As Johnny finally puts Hyunae back in her crib, your arms hug his side.
“Love you,” You mutter. “Happy birthday, Johnny.”
“Thank you,” He replies, pulling you in closer. “This is the best birthday gift ever.”
“Which one?”
“Our family.”
As the late night starts to deepen, you and Johnny just stand there, shoulders brushing, heart still racing, letting the quiet intimacy of just being together linger.
The city hums outside. Your home is calm again.
The chaos waits for later, but for now, you’re still in the moment.
CONTENT AND BLESSED FOR THE LIFE YOU’VE BUILT WITH JOHNNY SEO.
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