It was a lazy, sun-soaked afternoon. The kind that made everything feel soft—like the air had turned into warm butter, melting into skin, into the wooden slats of the porch, and into the corners of tired eyes and content sighs.

You really loved this house, which Hyunjin had bought five years ago when he knocked you up the first time. Being an idol really had its perks. His status as a global ambassador for several high-end brands had secured this big, two-story modern yet sleek and cozy house in Seoul. It was close to JYP, making his commute easy, and it came with a beautiful, spacious backyard lawn filled with vibrant flowers.

Oh, and the porch swing installed right in front of the sliding backyard glass doors, complete with a beautiful protective shed on top of it? Your absolute favorite.

The gentle creaking of that porch swing was the only sound competing with the occasional chirping of birds and the muttered curses of a very sweaty Hwang Hyunjin, who was currently at war with a stubborn weed patch near the flower beds.

And you? Well, with your twenty-one-weeks-pregnant belly, you lay on the big porch swing—which Hyunjin had bought online for you just last month—wearing sunglasses, your head resting on a plush pillow, sipping lemon tea like the royalty you were.

It was Sunday, and you were making Hyunjin clean the backyard lawn. The grass had grown up to your knees, and it was time to rip it out before bugs could latch onto the clothes you hung dry outside or eat away at the flower plants you had carefully planted.

“Mama!! Mama, wake up!!” came the excited whisper from the bundle of chaos tucked under your arm.

“Princess, don't disturb your Mama. She's in hibernation mode,” Hyunjin grunted, ripping off another patch of the long, wild grass. “And don't put all your weight on your Mama's belly. You are a bit too heavy for it right now.”

“I’m not heavy!!” five-year-old Hani protested, squirming like a little ferret under the warm comfort of your arm. “You said I’m Mama's feather bunny!”

Like father, like daughter.

“That you are,” Hyunjin grinned, wiping off the sweat dripping down his forehead as he turned to glance at you on the porch swing. “But your unborn brother might not like it. So be gentle, yeah?”

Even under the scorching sun, he still looked handsome as fuck.

He possessed an effortlessly striking appearance, with sharp yet soft eyes that carried a calm, almost hypnotic intensity. His face was refined and balanced, featuring high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a clean, sculpted jawline that gave him an elegant profile. Smooth, porcelain-like skin appeared flawless, making his features stand out even more.

His lips were naturally full and well-defined, often resting in a subtle expression that looked both aloof and inviting. Dark layered hair framed his face perfectly, falling naturally around his forehead and neck.

Standing tall at around 181 cm, lean and well-proportioned, he carried himself with an innate quiet confidence. Plus, he had gotten quite muscular and well-built after hitting the gym regularly. His bulky biceps, strong forearms, and subtle abs clearly showed it.

Right now, he was just wearing a casual sleeveless top with sweatpants and a matching bucket hat.

Who would look at him right now and say he’s a fucking idol? A perfect boyfriend of seven years and a loving father.

And he was easily the most dramatic human being on earth. A total drama queen. For which STAYs call him 'Drama llama' though his SKZOO is a ferret.

“Can I help you Papa?” Hani asked, about to climb down from the swing before Hyunjin quickly stopped her.

“No. Stay right there with Mama under the shed. The sun is brutal out here,” Hyunjin warned, standing up straight to stretch his aching waist a bit.

“Then why are you working?” Hani pouted, crossing her tiny arms.

“Because I got your Mama pregnant again,” Hyunjin grinned, his playful eyes watching you take another slow sip of your lemon tea. “Making me do hard manual labor. Rude.”