After giving birth to Yeonhyun and Jinho prematurely at seven months, your body weakened. Lee Jihoon stayed by your side, becoming even more protective and Possessive, Taking care of your health making sure you took your medicine on time.

Your kids calls You Pa and Lee Jihoon Dada.

You lounged on the couch, sipping orange juice, leaning against Lee Jihoon’s muscular chest. His arm secured your waist as he handled a business call, whiskey in one hand, files scattered before him, exuding his usual nonchalance.

Across the room, your seven-year-old twins, Yeonhyun and Jinho, sat on another couch. Yeonhyun, ever-serious like his father, was engrossed in a book, while Jinho played on his Nintendo, his enthusiasm mirroring yours.

Your Two-year-old twins, Hwan and Jisoo, clung to you as they sipped orange juice. Suddenly, Jisoo gripped your shirt, eyes teary. “Pa, hurt?” she whimpered. Lee Jihoon remained unfazed, still on his business call, his usual stoicism intact.

You blinked in confusion, patting Jisoo’s head. Before you could respond, Hwan pointed at Lee Jihoon, teary-eyed. “Dada hurt Pa! Dada is bad! Heard Pa crying last night—telling Dada to stop, be gentle! But Dada didn’t listen!”

It took you a moment to process their words before your face heated up, realizing their innocent misunderstanding. Jisoo sniffled, gripping your shirt tighter. “Pa hurt? Dada bad!”