episode_0109

There are three ways to make a husband happy.

Feed him, put him to sleep, leave him alone.

“…That was nice.”

In the dimly lit room, there was a man who, though somewhat disheveled, still retained considerable charm and wore a faint smile.

“Hehehe.”

Chuckling as he gazed suspiciously at the monitor, the man laughing is our husband.

“Ugh…what’s good…?”

“It’s over. Seriously, it’s really over. Now it’s time to rest.”

“Really~?”

“Yes. Really.”

Without delay, Oppa came straight from his chair towards me as if targeting my neck.

“Huh…is it really over?”

As promised, the talk of finishing soon was almost like a bluff, but on the day when Eunyi first attempted a somersault, the task Oppa was handling came to an end, marking a moment of relaxation.

“Ah-dda!”

“Eung~”

When Oppa plays with Eunyi, I can quickly finish the household chores.

“Play properly. Especially keep doing somersaults to help her grow.”

“Oh. Is that so?”

“Hehe. Eunyi~ Let’s pretend you’re hurt~”

Whether trying to meet Eunyi’s gaze or lying down next to her, Oppa showed enthusiasm.

“Dda!”

Since Eunyi barely knows her father’s face, she seems genuinely surprised, hesitating for a moment before passing by Oppa while touching the floor with her hand.

“Ah…Eunyi…Daddy’s here…”

“You have to play with her to get closer~ It’s a step towards building a relationship. Try hard.”

Eunyi struggles to catch Roldoi.

Roldoi, having sensed Eunyi, swiftly avoids her and enters another room.

“Woo…dda! Ah-dda!”

“Eunyi~ Daddy’s here…Eunyi, please look at Daddy….”

Since it seems challenging to get closer, I took out a toy from the crib to captivate Eunyi.

“Here. Take this.”

“…With this?”

“Yes. Will you like it?”

It’s a commonly known plush toy.

It’s a cute teddy bear doll almost the same size as Eunyi.

“Got it….”

Oppa slowly approaches Eunyi with the received doll in hand.

“Eunyi~”

Looking quite gloomy, Oppa is making an effort to bond with Eunyi.

“Hello~?”

“Dda…dda!”

As it’s a day off, there’s plenty of time.

Eunyi, who used to sleep with her favorite stuffed toy, now approaches Oppa slowly, showing a different response than before.

“Dda dda dda!!”

Attempting to converse with baby sounds, Eunyi.

To hide behind the teddy bear, Oppa stretches out his arms.

“Ddou…?”

The teddy bear reaches Eunyi’s nose, prompting her to try sitting up from her crawling position.

Seems like the teddy bear wanted to mimic her posture.

“What…should I say.”

Oppa looks at me, seeking help.

Perhaps due to being too immersed in reality to play like a child, he seemed unable to entertain childish thoughts.

Even so, I might just go along with the situation and make baby sounds like ‘dda dda dda’….

“Eunyi, hello~?”

Upon hearing Oppa’s voice, Eunyi grabs the teddy bear abruptly.

“Oh….”

“Dda dda!!”

“Busted.”

She’s still a baby.

A baby’s eyes are still developing.

And now is the time for Eunyi to start distinguishing colors.

Her eyesight is only about 0.2 levels.

“Ah-dda!! Ddou….”

“Why are you coming to me.”

Eunyi snatches the teddy bear from Oppa and comes to me.

Was the earlier baby talk directed at Oppa?

“Heh…why are you taking it away from me….”

“Oogoo oogoo~ Did our little Ji-eun’s dad just scold her?”

Ji-eun was nestled in my arms, holding onto a doll.

“Sigh… Is this Dad’s worry…?”

My brother looked at me as if I were pitiful and came over to my side.

“When she grows a bit more… she might say Dad is the best, right?”

“When will that be…?”

“Ji-eun isn’t someone else’s child; how could she dislike her own dad? She’s so good-looking.”

“Really….”

I stretched out my brother’s cheek with my hand.

Still handsome.

Honestly, I’m not sure.

But at least I know Ji-eun feels comfortable with us.

“I got you… Baby fingers are like this, huh…?”

“Is it your first time touching them?”

“Yeah… when she was born, she was so light that I didn’t hold her, I supported her.”

Ji-eun, who was small enough to hide in my arms, now crawls around and even flips over.

“And… she’s cute. Incredibly cute. If she were a baby, she would have been just like this.”

“At that time… everything is cute.”

My brother gently pats Ji-eun’s head and hands me over a strand of my hair.

It has been a while since Ji-eun went to dreamland, still holding onto her doll without letting go.

“Even though it’s tough… it feels like living for this taste. Even without playing games, it’s just fun and happy.”

“You’re a good dad.”

“And having a good mom by my side makes it even more so.”

I feel elated.

I chose this, and I was chosen.

“Sigh… It’s a bit warm.”

“Embarrassed?”

Not embarrassed.

“No… excited.”

“…?”

Just happy.

“Umm… umma!!”

“Oh. You called me ‘mom’?”

“Um-ba-ba…!”

Maybe not. Did she ask to be called ‘Um-ba-ba’?

“Isn’t it Mom… Ji-eun! Dad! Call Dad…”

“Um-mom!”

This time, it clearly sounded like ‘Mom.’

Could it be that Ji-eun is a genius…?

“Ah… Ji-eun….”

My brother was being referred to as ‘Dad.’

Sitting on the couch, he desperately calls Ji-eun, but she just laughs happily, holding her toy.

“Abu-bu-a.”

“…Huh!?”

And then, looking at my brother, she says ‘Dad.’

A bright smile gradually appears on my brother’s face, which seemed desperate and slightly wrinkled.

“Yes…! Dad is here!!”

“Abu… ta-ta-ta!!”

And Ji-eun crawls towards me.

“No… Ji-eun….”

Actually, Ji-eun might be a master of playing hard-to-get.

Ignoring my brother’s earnest gestures, she comes crawling to me and directly enters my arms.

“Uh… what’s this.”

“Umma… kyaah~!”

“Ji-eun….”

Pretending not to know when she actually does.

Certainly, at first, she got close to my brother.

As the time spent together lengthened, even if her vision blurred, recognizing faces was something she could do.

It’s correct that I am seen as Mom, and my brother as Dad.

In reality… this is all just play.

Because my brother responds well in front of Ji-eun.

For Ji-eun, it’s all just fun.

“Hug her once. Stay still.”

“…Not crying?”

“Why cry when Dad is hugging her.”

I lift Ji-eun into my brother’s arms.

“Abu-bu-a.”

“Oh… she really isn’t crying.”

“My brother must respond very well. Ji-eun seems to enjoy it.”

Ji-eun continues to laugh while being held by my brother, playfully touching his face with her hands.

Seemingly innocent mischief makes my brother look quite sad.

“Tsk. Our princess is quite mischievous~”

Only then did I realize that my brother was pouring out unconditional love for Ji-eun.

“Eub!!”

“Oh. Oh. Sorry. Sorry~”

“Abu~!”

Ji-eun may not like it, but…

“Eub… sorry. Ji-eun-ah….”

“Abu-bu!”

Ji-eun puts her hand into my brother’s mouth.

“Eub… Tsk… The author’s hands taste good~”

“Ah-dda-dda!!”

200 days have passed since Dol, but it’s still surprising to see the author’s actions.

“Ah… da… .”

As if feeling disgusted by saliva, the author raises her saliva-stained hand and looks at me.

“Do you need tissue?”

After pulling out a few tissues and wiping the author’s hand, she finally places it on her stomach.

“She’s smart… Could it be our author… .”

“Our parents are going to some genius research center or something. They say 98% of them are exceptionally talented.”

In reality, there seem to be many parents besides us who think, “Could our daughter be a genius!?” The internet shattered even that thought.

There are babies who do everything on their own, but I guess our author is not ordinary.

“Mother. Eun-ah…?”

The author was squirming to get out of her brother’s embrace.

“Hmm… Is it food?”

“You’re not crying anymore?”

“She only cries when she poops. Seems like she can’t stand feeling uncomfortable.”

Whether to call it neat, the author only likes things that are firm.

She would reject anything mushy or sticky.

It might be fortunate that her tendency to put strange things in her mouth is limited, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if she might develop OCD as she grows up.

“If you don’t clean, she’ll clean herself.”

“Hehe. That’s true.”

The author is quietest when sucking milk.

When she’s crawling around making noises, when she accidentally makes a loud noise, and when it’s time to change her diaper.

“Eumma… .”

“Oh. It’s all gone.”

A remarkable aspect of breast milk is that it’s allocated to each side.

As the author grows and consumes more, she needs to feed from both sides alternately.

So, left side in the morning, right side at lunch.

In the evening, if one side feels fuller, she feeds from that side.

One becomes aware of the mysteries of the human body each time.

“…Do you want to try sucking, Oppa?”

“…It doesn’t taste like anything, so it’s okay.”

Ah. I’ve tasted it before.

“Why did you taste it?”

“Huh? Um… when your chest was particularly large…?”

Actually, it did get incredibly large at its peak.

I didn’t really understand why it was necessary, but in the end, what I threw away was a breast pump.

Because it grew to a point where even when my brother held it, his hand got buried in it, there was no choice.

Thanks to that, when I was busy, I could warm up the milk and my brother could feed her.

“It was quite something… I still remember seeing it with my own eyes.”

“It’s still big now.”

“…Size matters, but being too big is actually a bit… weird. I like it now.”

I’m not sure what kind of conversation this is, but I can sense that my brother truly means what he says about breasts.

“Later… a call?”

“…Is this my fault?”

Even though my brother seems full of affection, why does he seem to want to distance himself just from the nuance?

“A call?”

“…A call.”

By revealing my chest, my brother finally accepted. In any case, he’s an honest brother who shows his dislike while also showing his heart and honesty.