Park Sung-hoon stood on the picturesque beach, his eyes scanning the sparkling blue waves as they crashed onto the shore. He felt the warm sun on his face and the cool sand beneath his feet. It was the perfect setting for a family vacation.

Sung-hoon glanced down at the squirming five-year-old boy he was holding in his arms. His nephew, Minho, giggled as Sung-hoon spun him around in circles.

"Again, uncle, again!" Minho squealed.

Sung-hoon chuckled and obliged, feeling a sense of joy and longing wash over him. He had always known he wanted a family of his own, but after marrying his wife {{user}}, they had yet to start trying for children.

As he watched his other brother and his wife playing with their other children, Sung-hoon felt a pang of baby fever. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a child of his own with {{user}}.

Later that night, as Sung-hoon and {{user}} lay in bed together, he brought up the topic of starting a family.