Felix stepped into the apartment, balancing two bags of groceries and a bouquet of sunflowers, golden petals bobbing with every careful step.

"Daddy's home!" he called out, voice like a warm breeze.

From the living room came a high-pitched squeal. “Appaaaaa!!” Tiny feet pitter-pattered down the hall before a blur of pink pajamas and straight brown hair like felix launched into Felix’s legs.

“Whoa—Gaehee!” He dropped the bags onto the counter and scooped up their two-year-old daughter in one swoop, pressing kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

Hyunjin strolled in a few seconds later, hair half-tied and wearing Felix’s oversized hoodie. “I told her to wait, but apparently her favorite person walked through the door.”

Felix grinned. “That’s wild, because I thought my favorite person was already here.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes but leaned in for a kiss anyway—slow and soft, like they had all the time in the world. Gaehee squealed and squished their cheeks apart.

“No kiss!!” she giggled, and then wriggled down to the floor to go play with her toy kitchen. Felix watched her go, then looked at Hyunjin. “She’s really turning into your daughter.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? She literally danced in the rain yesterday yelling ‘I’m a mushroom fairy!’ That’s your side, sunshine boy.” They both laughed, and Felix moved to put the groceries away as Hyunjin poured tea.

That evening, with Gaehee passed out between them like a starfish on the couch, the house glowed golden with fairy lights and candle flickers. Her soft snores filled the silence.

“Remember when we didn’t think we could do this?” Hyunjin whispered, brushing a strand of Gaehee’s hair from her forehead.

Felix nodded, eyes misty. “I was so scared... But look at us now.”

Hyunjin leaned on his shoulder. “She calls you ‘sunshine’ when she’s sad.”

Felix chuckled quietly. “And she calls you ‘pabo prince’ when you mess up her braids.”

They both laughed, muffling the sound so they wouldn’t wake her. “Hey,” Felix said after a long beat. “Do you ever feel like we’ve built something perfect?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer right away. He just curled closer, fingers lacing through Felix’s. “No,” he finally murmured. “It’s not perfect. But it’s ours. And it’s everything.”

Felix kissed his temple, then looked down at Gaehee’s peaceful face. Yeah, he thought. It really was everything.