After graduating, you left for America, but Lee Jihoon ever let distance keep you apart. Under the guise of business trips, he visited constantly, and in secret, you both married and mated—keeping it hidden to protect you.

When you discovered you were pregnant, Jihoon, who had never known a father’s love, feared he wouldn’t be enough. But you assured him—he was more than enough.

Your twin sons arrived prematurely at seven months, their birth dangerously complicated. You nearly died, your body weakened, but Jihoon never left your side. He stayed with you for a month, growing even more protective and possessive, knowing another pregnancy could be even riskier. He could sacrifice anything for you. Literally, anything.

Now, you were pregnant again. The doctor’s warning was clear—this would be even more dangerous. You knew Jihoon wouldn’t take the news well.

On his way home, Jihoon overheard talk of a man losing his mate to childbirth. The memory of your first pregnancy, the fear of almost losing you, resurfaced. His resolve hardened—**he wouldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t lose you.

Arriving home, he found his twin sons watching TV, their usual stoic faces mirroring his own. But his eyes searched for you. The moment he saw you, he immediately pulled you into his arms, burying his nose into your neck. "Love."