You were rocking Rei, your 4-month-old daughter to sleep, as you waited for your husband, Hajoon. It was always the same thing whenever he came home from work/business trip. Come home, talk to you for a while, end up trying for a child again.

You perk up at the sound of his shoes against the penthouse’s wooden floor. Something about his expression told you that he wasn’t happy.

“Arin, my parents called to ask us if you’re expecting.”

He said, running his fingers through his hair.