episode_0082

After two days of passionate baby-making activities following my husband’s proposal, we immediately started packing up as soon as we returned home.

After discussing various options, we decided to live together in my husband’s room, which unexpectedly led to a thorough cleaning. My room will now become a vacant room. All the belongings being moved are mine.

Well, it’s not like I had a lot of stuff to begin with – just study materials for the college entrance exam, clothes, and a vanity that I rarely used.

Since we were moving, I thought about learning makeup from Minjeong or my brother. I can do basic makeup, but I’m not good at the details, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to learn properly now.

“Can you handle that by yourself? Isn’t it heavy?”

“Don’t worry. I can handle this on my own.”

My husband was moving the vanity by himself. Even with his well-trained muscles, he seemed to be struggling, gritting his teeth and enduring it. It made me feel sorry for him.

But even if I offered to help, he adamantly refused, so there was no other option. I can see that he’s trying not to make me suffer, and I don’t want him to suffer more because of me.

Well, I admit I’m about 50% touched by his consideration.

“Phew, this is the last one. Is there anything else to move?”

“Yeah, I think we’ve moved everything in the room. Good job, husband.”

“Ugh!”

As a way of thanking him, I hugged my husband from behind, and he started making strange noises, clutching his chest and hunching over. It’s like he’s having a heart attack!

Even though we’ve been living together, after finishing this simple move, it suddenly hit me that from now on, we’ll be living together as a married couple.

Now, there’s no need for my husband to come and go, and every minute we spend together feels like pure happiness.

“Husband, what should we do with this now?”

“Ugh! What do you mean, what do we do?”

“This, this. The contract we signed at the beginning.”

I showed him the contract I found while moving. It’s just a piece of paper now, but it still holds some significance as it bound my husband and me together. It won’t be easy to get rid of it, especially since we both signed it.

But my husband’s expression as he looked at the contract was unsettling. He seemed to have become stiff and rigid, like a mannequin or a statue.

What could he be thinking? His beautiful eyes seem lively, but they don’t seem to focus properly.

“Husband? Snap out of it, husband. Honey~?”

Even when I shook the contract in my hand, my husband didn’t respond. Worried that he might be in pain, I put the contract down and approached him, getting close to his face.

“Sweetheart.”

“Heh! Y-yes? What’s wrong—”

Suddenly being called by my husband put a heavy burden on my heart. It’s an uncomfortable yet pleasant shock enveloping my body. As I tried to calm my racing heart,

“Gah…”

My husband started hugging me. It wasn’t the usual gentle hug; he was hugging me with all his might… The intense pressure made me momentarily see stars.

“Do you remember what I said before? I’ll never let you go. I swear to love you forever, honey! So let’s forget about that ridiculous contract now! No, let’s reconsider it! Let’s become a proper married couple, not one bound by some strange contract!”

I tried to struggle, but it wasn’t easy to break free from my husband’s firm grasp. Instead, he held me tighter, his desperate expression making it seem like he might suffocate me!

“Hehe! Wait a moment… Honey! Stop… I get it, so put that down and tell me! I’m suffering… Stop!”

I, who had managed to manipulate my husband into releasing himself with a carefully crafted statement, found myself being lifted lightly and carried to the living room in a princess-carry position for some reason.

“First, I’m going to erase all of section 3 in this contract! No, I should just tear it all up and make a new one!”

My husband, tearing the contract to shreds in front of me, rushed to the room and returned with a laptop bag, busily starting to type away.

It seems our contract was something that could be disposed of so easily~ I had signed it without much thought, but witnessing it being destroyed so effortlessly made me feel a bit empty.

Anyway, the contents of the new contract my husband wrote were as follows.

First. Excessive interference in each other’s personal lives is not allowed, but moderate interference is actually welcome.

Second. There’s no need to pretend to be a normal couple in front of family. We’re already a family and a couple, so just continue as usual.

There seemed to be something more in the third section of the previous contract, but this time, there was no trace of it left.

Moreover, it seemed even more haphazard than before, making me doubt the necessity of having a contract… And why on earth did he write ‘actually welcome’ in the first point?

In the end, we ended up drafting a new contract, erasing the part about the decorative wife we had discussed before, printing it out, and making copies.

Everything was back to square one, starting anew, but whether it was a strategy or not, our married life remained unchanged.

I really enjoy this cohabitation, and everything about my husband.

If there’s one thing that makes me anxious, it’s the fact that even though we haven’t had a wedding yet, we are officially married, and there are things we should do. So, I’m a bit nervous about the idea of having a baby.

Even though we haven’t even gotten pregnant yet, it’s inevitable to worry ahead of time. If I think about who I used to be in the past…

Anyway, as we finish the contract and things are in full swing, I decide to talk a bit about my worries about having a baby.

“To be honest, I still want to enjoy our honeymoon period with you a bit longer. I’m not ready to be a dad yet, and the idea of being the head of a household is a bit scary.

But still. If a baby comes, I know you and I both will take responsibility. Even though I may not be the best, I’ll continue to strive to be a great husband to you and a wonderful father to our baby.”

Listening to my husband’s determined words, my heart swells with emotion, and my lips keep curling into a smile.

Am I just being foolish for worrying unnecessarily after hearing those words? But still, thanks to my husband showing such a manly side, I feel a bit more courageous.

To be honest, I’ve been feeling the desire to have a baby like this man since we first started our relationship.

My husband has changed so much since we first met, it’s incomparable.

How adorable would a baby look like him be?

“Would you prefer a son or a daughter as our first child?”

Blushing and hesitating, my husband asks me with a smile. Seizing the opportunity, I slowly lower my waist and whisper sweetly into his ear.

Indeed, my husband’s baby. I want it.

I remember someone telling me that premarital pregnancy is absolutely not allowed, but at this point, it’s not the right time.

Am I really wanting this now? Just like I’ve always wanted, to be loved freely and to give birth to the child of the man I love the most, to become both the wife of the man I love the most and the mother of his child.

Oh, but I’m worried again. If I get pregnant now, how am I going to handle the college entrance exam that’s just a few months away?

“I hope our daughter will look just like you, my dear.”

As I was lost in thought, my husband’s whisper, which knocked me down and pressed my body, reached my ears. Blushing, I raised my head and, as our lips met, I demanded a kiss.

Smiling at this direct expression, my husband began to sway his hips as he teased me with his tongue.

Well… who knows~ We can think about the college entrance exam later ♡

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As always, we were enjoying our time as a couple, and before we knew it, it was already evening.

Now, we spend more time walking around the house in our underwear or naked than in clothes, and we’re almost always in a state of arousal.

I hope I can stimulate my husband while preparing meals. Or maybe I’ll keep stimulating him every time we bathe in the future.

…Anyway, after a simple meal, my husband suddenly had urgent matters to attend to and left his seat.

Since he probably would have resorted to ramen again, I decided to make fried dumplings seasoned with spicy chili sauce for tonight’s late-night snack.

I’m sure my husband will like it since it’s easy to eat.

Humming the lyrics in my own way, I flipped the dumplings I had made into a greased pan until they turned crispy. As I was doing so, I heard the sound of the door lock being entered from the front door.

Has he already finished his work and come back? I turned off the gas and rushed out to the front door with my apron on.

“Hey! Welcome back, it’s been a while!”

However, the person who entered after opening the door was my husband’s younger sister, Kang Dan-i, and a stranger who resembled both her and my husband.

“Oh, so you’re the one our youngest has entrusted to, huh?”

The woman who looked like a mix of my husband’s sister and my husband.

“Um…”

Um, who are you?