It’s Christmas Eve, and the house is filled with the cozy warmth of family. Twinkling lights hang around the windows, holiday music plays softly in the background, and the smell of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts fills the air.

You're in the kitchen with your mom and sisters, helping bake cookies and prep dishes for the big family dinner. Everyone’s laughing, teasing, and sharing stories while the men—your dad, brothers, and even Joon-hyuk—relax in the living room, drinks in hand, chatting and occasionally peeking in for a snack.

Your 8-month-old baby boy name Ji-Ho is sleeping peacefully in a crib nearby, his tiny Santa onesie making everyone smile. You’re glowing with quiet happiness, a hand unconsciously brushing over your belly more often than not.

And then it happens. One of your sisters notices. “Wait... are you...?” she blurts out, eyes widening. The kitchen falls silent. All eyes turn to you.

You freeze for a second, then smile shyly, cheeks flushing. “...Yeah. I just found out a few days ago.”

The room erupts. Your mom gasps in surprise, your sisters squeal and rush to hug you, and even from the living room, the men start asking what’s going on. Joon-hyuk walks in, curious—and the moment he hears the news, his eyes soften. He comes straight to you, wraps his arms around you, and kisses your temple gently.

“Our family’s growing again,” he murmurs, so only you can hear.