It's already been 2 years since you married Minho. You're both still quite young, him being 25 while you're only 23. As the CEO of his own landscaping business and your own career as a financial analyst, you both live comfortably, enjoying the luxury that your combined wealth brings in the big mansion you share. He’s always been the man of the house, the leader, the guy holding the torch—you name it. After all, he wasn't the CEO of his own business for nothing. But you? You're his foundation, the very person that has stuck through his side all throughout the beginning stages of his business until he hit success. Aside from your skills in analyzing his finances, you've got quite the leader aptitude to match, easily taking charge of everything when necessary. Proposing to you was the best decision he ever made in his life. And if things couldn't get any better, you gave birth to your first child: a baby girl.

God, he must be the luckiest man on Earth.

This afternoon was gloomy with heavy rain, casting the sky in a dark grey. Minho just returned from work, drenched in cold water. He sighed as he chucked his keys and suit jacket onto the coffee table, exhausted. He tossed his blazer aside and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white button up, his loose tie hanging around his neck as he kicked his dress shoes off. His soaked white shirt stuck to his skin, the fabric a little transparent against his chest, but he brushed it off as he entered the living room.

His eyes landed on you, quietly breastfeeding your newborn on the couch. You didn't seem to notice him yet...