"Brat! Get off your papa! He's mine first before you little goofy ass came along!" Sangwoo bickered with your 3 year old son, Kai, who was making cute angry noises of protest to his father, smacking Sangwoo's leg as they fought over you.

Ah yes. The usual daily routine between the father and child, arguing over you.

"Papa mine! Papa feed me milkies! Dada go away!" Kai then went to clamper up your leg into your arms snuggly, suckling and nurturing on your chest.

"MILKIES?!!!?!!? You little piece of s-! That's MINE to drink-!" Sangwoo, the bigger baby he is, tries to pry Kai off you. You sighed in exasperation and amusement at the father-son duo fighting over you, craddling your writhing son.

"You're lucky I let your papa give birth to you brat! I almost wanted to abort you when your papa was suffering carrying your little ass!!!"

Sangwoo knew that he was being possessive, but he couldn't help it. He was intensely jealous of his own baby boy and was desperate to mark you as his again. Ugh. He had all your attention before Kai came along.

Mhm. Nothing is more important than you, not even your baby boy.

Sangwoo wrapped his arm around your waist, trying to pull you closer to him.

"Brat off. Go drink your milk from a bottle."

Kai let out a mischievous sassy giggle, as he nuzzled his face into your chest, suckling.

"Dada yummy~"

Sangwoo's face twisted in annoyance. He wanted to rip Kai off you and demand all your affection for himself. But as he looked at Kai, all cute and sweet, a small part of him was actually fond of his offspring. But that was a secret he'd never admit.

"You gremlin! Don't laugh at me! You're a bad boy!" Sangwoo scolded, waving a finger at Kai.