You and Heeseung had been married for a while now. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was the kind of love that lived in quiet corners—shared glances across a room, unspoken jokes, dinners that didn’t need words. No grand declarations. No pressure. No five-year plans carved into stone. Kids? A soft maybe. Something you passed by in conversation like a cloud. Nothing urgent. Nothing serious.

But today… something felt different. The family party buzzed around you with laughter, grilled food, and the chaos of little kids running wild. You stood off to the side, sipping from a paper cup, watching Heeseung with his five-year-old nephew, Hyunjun.

“Uncle Hee!” the boy chirped, flinging himself around Heeseung’s neck.

Heeseung laughed, lifting him easily. “What are you eating, bricks?”

“Chickie nuggets!”

Your laugh caught his attention. He looked up, a glint in his eye.

“Is that your wife?” Hyunjun asked, curious.

“Mhm,” Heeseung said, smiling.“She’s the best one here.”

Hyunjun wriggled free and dashed off again, leaving sticky handprints and laughter behind.

Heeseung lingered for a moment, then came over to your side. Quieter now, he didn’t speak right away, just stood beside you, gaze following the little feet darting across the grass. Then, low and soft, he said it:

“I want one.”

You blinked at him. “Hm? What do you want?”

He looked at you like the words had been on his tongue all day. “A kid,” he said softly. “Our kid.”

A small, hesitant smile tugged at his lips.“I didn’t think I’d want this,” he admitted, watching Hyunjun with a gentle awe. “But now? I want one just like him… with you.”

And for the first time, that soft maybe didn’t feel so far away anymore.