#I want baby moon to meet GT's mom too

[sweetestlamb]

Lighting Up Your Life

Author’s Note: This one took a while and I already have so many ideas for side stories but I wanted to get this out because it was meant to be a present LMAO sorry for anyone who I kept waiting, but if you care about me at all know that I’ve been inactive because I am doing so many fun things in RL. I am truly trying to enjoy every second of my summer break and writing takes hours. Please accept this and if anyone has any ideas for future shenanigans, you can drop a comment I would like to hear them. :D

I am so happy and surprised to be dipping my toe back into this fandom and updating stories that I loved but thought were over, I really hope you guys enjoy and any possible side drabbles I add later.

Summary:  "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now?

 Contrary to what he's seen in idyllic movies, marriage is not the serene happy ending that's depicted. They fight, her screaming and him walking away; his defense mechanism since young and he's changed plenty since meeting her but some habits are hard to break. He doesn't get far though because at her first cry, with shiny tears running down her pretty face he crumbles, "Don't walk away from me, you're my husband!" She's always been possessive and since they met on that faithful bloody day she has considered him hers. But hearing that title, one that he hasn't shouldered for too long wipes away almost all of his annoyance with her.

He loves being her husband, adores calling her his wife. After all these years of loneliness he finally has someone who waits for him each day and waves him off in the morning, his person. He'd once called her a firecracker spitefully- stupidly- but he's learned that she's actually a volcano, once it erupts it changes everything in its wake. His very fiber has been enriched by her presence.

"I love you."

It depletes the flames in her eyes, another fight about him not being home enough. Between work and school he can barely find time to breathe much less entertain a certain author and she does not hide her dissatisfaction with him. No, she's never been one to hide her anger. But this time he's said the right thing and she scoffs before slinking across the distance they placed between each other, melting into his arms her small face disappearing into his chest. He snuggles her closer, planting a soft kiss on her dark hair which is longer now, flowing down her back once again. Her mother no longer having a hold on her. He'd been proud of every inch.

"You're just trying to stop me from arguing," she whines, but he takes it as a silent victory when she doesn't push him away.

"I don't want to fight. I'm sorry I fell asleep yesterday, I'll give you more attention." He'd taken a day off tomorrow to take her on a date, but that's a surprise. Despite their fiery rows he has never grown tired of her wanting him around all the time, he feels the same but it's harder to express that. Expressing himself in general still an uphill battle.

"Mmmm what to you mean by attention?" She replies coyly, tongue in cheek.

That innocuous sentence is all it takes to make all the blood in his head rush downwards. She's not the only one who has missed that.

He groans into her dark jasmine scented hair, louder when she chuckles deeply scratching manicured nails against the sliver of skin exposed by his hip.

"I'm hungry. Feed me first before you suck me dry."

He spaced out for a second imagining just that, him sucking her dry and her squirming under him squeals and breathy moans drowning the room. It's a beautiful image. His blood boils to a simmer.

His voice is thick when he responds, "What do you want to eat?"

Deja vu hits him recalling the last time he asked that question and her raunchy reply, you. He'd almost crashed the car on that day, clamping his legs together in order to hide her affect on him with those straightforward words.

She smirks as if remembering the same moment. Damn minx.

"I want noodles."

He takes a deep breath, calming his body before releasing her. Rearranging the hardness digging into his denim, he purposely ignores her satisfied grin. He's not ashamed of her affect on him, he's just a man. Or so he tries to tell himself.

"Okay that sounds easy enough-"

"And curry. Oh and those eggs I like and do we have brownies I want that too! And two bowls of rice."

He stands mouth gaping taking in all the food his very petite girlfriend has requested.

But in the end, he doesn't question her appetite feeding her everything she demanded to not do so would only lead to another unnecessary argument and little Gang-tae whimpers in frustration when she promptly passes out on the couch after devouring it all, barely chewing in between. He had to force her to drink water lest she choke.

It's not completely unusual he has seen her put away more food than her body weight before, yet she remains as slim as ever. It's quite the mystery.

He's able to easily lift her slight body off the couch and barely contain his coo when she automatically snuggles into him with a sigh, she can be cute when she's not raising hell. So about forty-five percent of the time give or take.

He undresses her, forcing himself to look away from the lace and silk adorning her seductive figure noting a slight bump in a belly. Maybe the food is going somewhere, finally. He pats her little belly, it's adorable.

His beautiful wife.

He strips himself down to his boxers and slides into their bed, dragging her into his arms before letting the fatigue of the day wash over him and knock him into a peaceful slumber.

When he is later jolted from his sleep, he has no idea why at first a quick check of the clock reveals that it's far too early to be awake, 5:45 the numbers flash. Pushing his hair off his face he finally realizes that he's alone in bed left with only a small indent of where his wife should be.

Then the grogginess begins to wear off and a gut wrenching sound reaches his ears. Instinctively he leaps out of bed, following the sound and winding up in the doorway of the bathroom peering through the darkness at Mun-yeong squatting on the cold tile floor retching into the toilet.

His heart instantly drops shattering into pieces.

Please no. She can't be sick. I can't lose her.

The thoughts race through his mind rendering him motionless, caught between the doorway merely watching his wife retch loudly but all it takes is her soft whimpers to break from free from his immobility.

Mun-yeong needs him now everything else can wait. Even his own fears.

Without a second thought he runs over to her trembling form, wrapping a large hand around her shoulder- completely blanketing her slighter form in his warmth. She visibly melts into his arms, looking up at him with large watery eyes. Looking so pitiful he wants nothing more than to protect her from any and everything.

"Are you okay?" It's an asinine question, the queasy look on her face and the smell of sick in the air more than answer it but he still wants to hear from her mouth. "I don't know. I woke up feeling sick and I've been here ever since." He automatically swipes the sweat drenched wisps of her hair, pulling it all back into a ponytail secured by his fist as she leans over to the bowl again but nothing comes out, she has nothing left to give. "Go. You shouldn't see me like this," she moves away from him but he follows her tightening his grip. He meant every last word of his vow, in sickness and in health. This is the least he can do for her and he knows without any doubt that she would do the same for him. "I'm not going anywhere. I've seen much force, this is nothing to handle for my wife." He denies with conviction, leaving the last thing on his mind. Her eyes light up the same way his own do when she calls him her husband, pride bleeding through his every pore. She looks like she's about to argue further but another episode starts before she can and he can only rub her back and mutter soothing sounds as she dry heaves into the porcelain circle. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. The sounds of her suffering echoing throughout the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles and ringing in his ears. When it seems that it has finally ended, with a sigh he helps her up and over to the sink where she spits and rinses her mouth with mouthwash. There are large bags under her eyes and a gray sheen to her usually plush rosy skin. "We should go to the hospital." Mun-yeong isn't someone that gets sick regularly, commonly joking that she would fight away any illness that dare came her way, literally. So seeing her this way as dismantled him on a very visceral level, all he can think of is all the terrible things that can be wrong with his wife and they all terrify him. "We don't need to go that far," she argues, already pulling away from him and walking back to the room. She never takes anything serious when it comes to her health he has learned, probably from years of parents uninterested in her wellbeing. He immediately grips her hand, stilling her. "You've been throwing up all night. We can't just go back to bed, what if there's something seriously wrong with you?" He's frantic now, thinking about life-threatening stomach bugs or a parasite lodging inside her and it makes him tug her towards the door urgently. But her next words stop him in his tracks. "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now? "Late? For what? Mun-yeong you shouldn't be thinking about deadlines right now, you could be severely sick! What if there's some kind of parasite growing inside you?" A whirlwind of emotions sweep across her face before she lands on disbelief, utter and pure disbelief. "How are you allowed to work in a hospital? They must have hired you because you're pretty." She mutters patting his cheek, he stares back offended and confused at her words but a warm blush races across his cheeks at the back handed compliment. "Wha--" "My period. It's late, I haven't had it in about two months." Oh. Oh. Oh! "Oh." Wow. The implication is a punch to his gut and then his heart. She's late. They never explicitly spoke about having children but they weren't doing anything to prevent them either, there were many nights they would fall into bed and condoms were the last thing on their minds. They were a married couple it only seemed natural, so the possibility shouldn't be this surprising. But it still is. Them, parents. It’s a lot to take in.

"That's all you have to say?" She squints at him looking unimpressed. "I don't want to get too excited before knowing." He answers honestly, his stomach twists into knots at the thought of them being parents. Parents. A little wriggling baby that looks like Mun-yeong, it's too beautiful to even imagine. "Well if I am pregnant, you weren't too far off." He stares at her, confused before she continues, "Parasite." He lets out a loud huff, protectively grabbing her still flat belly offended for the possible baby growing inside. She laughs at the dark glare on his face, "You're already taking the parasite's side."

  It's too late to go get a pregnancy test but he goes first thing in the morning, thankful that he’s already taken a day off from work. He cautiously picks up the test with a smiling baby on the front, his heart aches as he looks at it. Thankfully he doesn't run into anyone he knows and the cashier is more worried about some cat video on his phone to care about his purchase so he's in and out without a hitch.  The drive back is silent, he's too anxious to turn on the radio so he simply drives with his thoughts running a mile a minute.

Am I ready to be a father?

Will I be a good father?

These two questions in the forefront of his brain. 

She's already waiting by the door when he pulls up, some of the color has returned to her cheeks but even sick and pale she's the most beautiful women he's ever seen. He's almost mesmerized by the pale blue waves of her dress blowing in the wind, she looks like some kind of goddess. Wordlessly he hands over the package, heart firmly lodged in his throat. He doesn't want to get his hopes up but he so desperately wants to see two lines. He had read the box thoroughly during the ride. Multiple times. "Okay. I'll be back. Try not to faint." He doesn't react to her jab, too wound up to do anything but fall into the couch under the weight of the moment. The bathroom door clicks shut and then he waits, he hears the flush and then the soft roar of running water and then more silence and he sits up straighter impatient and nervous. When the door finally reopens he jumps out of his seat, rushing over to her with too many words on his tongue. "It better be a boy." Mun-yeong states with conviction and it takes a moment for him to process the words before he lets out a whelp of excitement dragging her into his arms, "We're having a baby." He whispers into her shoulder, and there is sniffling and then shaking and he wipes away the moisture on his face as she pats his back, "Aishh I'm gonna have two babies huh?" But nothing she says can touch him right now, there was going to be someone who called him “daddy”. 

  Sang-tae takes it in stride, looking over at Mun-yeong before saying, "It's a good thing you grew your hair back, you'll look better all huge and round with longer hair." He has to stop Mun-yeong from strangling his brother after his careless words, she chases him around their much smaller table now hands outreached, they had only recently moved out of the castle to a much smaller family home.  Everyone else is beyond supportive, hugging them both and congratulating them. Jae-su cries loudly declaring that he'll be the best uncle ever, to which Sang-tae informs him that he'll have no relation to the baby because he's not Gang-tae's real brother. So for the second time he has to stop someone from strangling his brother. All in a day's work. Life is normal and he barely even notices a difference. Until the cravings start and the mood swings and the emotional outbursts. They're sitting on the couch one evening, watching some comedy sketch show when she inquires, "Do you think my body will change a lot?" He pauses looking over at her, but before he can even get a word out she's already loudly responding, "You started imagining me right? I'm going to gain so much weight! Why do you keep giving me all this food?" Staring back in his disbelief he looks at food laid cross the table, ramen, soy eggs, cookies and ice cream. He watches in mild horror as she mixes them together before eating a huge spoonful. She had all but demanded that he bring her all of this crying when he merely asked if she was still hungry after eating an entire pie of pizza. It was month four and her belly was steady growing, looking adorable on her slim figure. It made him unnaturally proud to see her looking pregnant now, it made everything seem more real. "You asked me for all this food and you cried when I questioned you about it." But logic is the last thing she wants to hear, storming off to the bedroom without a word to him in rebuttal. He sits in shock looking at the reminder of her food, it scares him that she can eat this horrid concoction but he's not stupid enough to throw it away so he finds a container and puts it all in the fridge. He starts cleaning the kitchen to waste some time before he hears the bedroom door creak open, he smiles with his back turned. "My feet hurt." Mun-yeong whines cutely as if she didn't just yell at him for basically no reason, besides you know. Hormones.  He knows that her hormones are making her moodier than ever but her outbursts are still not appreciated so he turns around with a raised eyebrow. She fidgets looking everywhere but at him but as their impasse continues she sighs, loudly. "Fine. Imsorryokay?" She says it fast and jumbled together and really it's been so hard teaching her to say the words and teaching himself too because they are both not good at it. Hopefully they'll be better before the baby comes. "Apology accepted. Come here." He stops washing to walk over to the couch, patting the spot next to him and she eagerly bounds over plopping her dainty feet into his lap expectantly. She lets out delicious little groans as he digs into the heels of her feet and it makes his blood rush down. The massage barely lasts a minute before he pushing her back into the sofa and forcing out more of those intoxicating moans, giving her a very different massage. He's weak and despite her insecurities she has never looked sexier in his eyes, round with his child.

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"Ms. Witch you got fatter, did Mr. Gang-tae feed you too much?" Mi-joo asks with that air of innocent pettiness that only a child can achieve, he intercepts before his wife can respond seeing the sneer on her lips. "That's because there's a baby growing inside, Mun-yeong is pregnant." He looks at the young girl earnestly, waiting for her glee but instead she stares at them with betrayal in those expressive eyes, before running away. "I guess she hates babies." Mun-yeong says evenly before walking to the kitchen, not following the clearly upset child. He sighs before going to the kitchen to start dinner, he never anticipated that Mi-joo would be bothered by the news. Once the rice cooker dings and the chicken is cooked to perfection he goes searching for the two, finding them in the background on the stairs. Mun-yeong had a soft spot for the child, despite her cold reception at times. He's not surprised to see them there, that was why he didn’t follow the girl. They shared a special bond that he wasn’t fully apart of.  "What's your problem?" Okay not the most sensitive start but it's Mun-yeong after all, he shouldn’t expect a miracle. Mi-joo sniffles before throwing herself into Mun-yeong's lap. He watches in genuine shock as his wife awkwardly moves her arms away but does nothing to dislodge the small body invading her space. He could never imagine having a baby with the Mun-yeong he met before, the empty can that couldn't sympathize with other. But this Mun-yeong he knows will be a wonderful mother, fiercely protective and loving in her own way.  "Why do you need a baby? Are you trying to get rid of me?" The crux of the issue, it hadn't taken much for him to surmise that this was what made the girl upset after some consideration. She was scared about being replaced after just getting a new family.  "There are much cheaper and easier ways of replacing you. You think I would become the size of a small whale for that?" Mun-yeong scoffs loudly and he shakes his head at her callous words, fully expecting the girl to keep crying but instead she starts giggling. "It's weird to see you with a belly. It looks like you ate too much food." "Stop worrying about pointless things. It's nothing that calculated. This baby isn't replacing you, honestly it was a mistak--" He coughs loudly to interrupt, that's definitely more information than a child needs to know and Mijoo seems cheered up already smiling and poking at Mun-yeong's belly with awe now instead of thinly veiled hatred.  "We would never replace you. The baby is just another member of our family. A family can get bigger right?" He asks gently, not embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. Mijoo stares at Mun-yeong's belly for a long time before answering. "Okay. The baby can join our family." Dinner is a loud affair, Mun-yeong eats three bowls of food before demanding ice cream and mayo, he watches in disgust. Wondering why their baby has such appalling cravings? Mi-joo decides to try Mun-yeong’s concoction and ends up spending the night in the bathroom regretting that decision. 

 It was her idea, but he had thought of it many times on his own. But without asking him she shows up at this job, she is a common figure at the hospital now. They had all mourned the loss of Dr. Oh but in the end he had stayed, he loved his job though it was challenging the patients were all amazing people and they inspired him everyday. 

Despite being six month pregnant and having swollen ankles he had not been able to stop her from wearing high heels, but they were much smaller heels now at least, it was the only compromise she was willing to make after his whining and pleading. He hears those telltale clicks before he sees her and it hits him deep in his bones when he sees her waddling over to him, in a soft cotton yellow maternity dress with chunky white heels and a matching micro bag that he doubts can fit anything. 

The sun pales in comparison. 

He walks over to greet her, pulling her into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her brow. He rubs her belly as he has been addicted to doing lately, unable to keep his hands off her belly especially since the baby started kicking. Feeling that for the first time was surreal. 

“What brings you here? I told you to rest.” She rolls her eyes at his “ nagging” as she’s wont to call it. 

“I thought it was time to introduce the baby to his grandmother, that’s the only grandparent they’ll have.” 

It’s a sad reality. Mun-yeong didn’t recognize either of her parents as such and he only had his mother growing in the back of the hospital. 

He turns to tell his coworker that he’ll be taking a break and escorts her to his mother who has been blooming beautifully, thick leaves now adorning her. 

Mun-yeong speaks first, “Hello, it’s me again. I know I haven’t visited you enough, but I have good news today. I’m pregnant. This is your grandchild.” She pushes her belly out letting a branch rest on the taut skin and he feels his eyes instantly fill up with scorching hot tears. “I hope you support us and I hope I can be as good of a mother as you, I wish I could have met you.” 

His heart aches for Mun-yeong and for himself, they both deserved so much more than they ever received but now they can pour all that love into their baby. 

With his voice quivering he finally speaks, “Hi mom. I wish you were here to see everything, but I swear I’ll do my best to make you proud.” 

They stand quietly for a few more moments emotions thick in the air before he gently pulls Mun-yeong away she shouldn’t be standing for so long. 

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The cravings and mood swings and morning (afternoon, midnight) sickness goes on though not as frequently before the baby comes. Her water breaks and he has them in the car bags loaded, on autopilot. He drives carefully and ignores her as she curses him for his caution, there's no way he's endangering the most important people in his life. He feels like he has cotton in his brain the entire time, everything is hazy. Mun-yeong is wheeled off and they have to wait for her to reach the appropriate dilation and then she's screaming bloody murder from the bed, squeezing his hand so tightly that he starts to lose feeling. The nurses are all coaching her but she's screaming too loudly to hear them and he caresses her cheek softly getting her attention. "You can do this honey." He expects her to smart at the pet name but she softens before grunting and starting to follow the nurses directions, the doctor wedged between her legs repetitively shouting push. It goes on for what feels like hours to him so he imagines it feels even worst for his poor wife and then he hears the most beautiful heart wrenching sound in the world. The shrill screams fill the small hospital room and he starts bawling so hard too, staring at Mun-yeong's closed eyes. "You did it. You were amazing. I love you." The doctors and nurses expertly clean up the crying bundle before placing it in Mun-yeong's arms. A wrinkled face stares up at them in curiosity and he reaches out a single finger, watching as his baby instinctively grabs it and ultimately his heart at the same time. "You have a health baby boy." The doctor declares and he looks at his wife with barely contained glee, they had a baby boy. She got her wish.  She glances down at the bundle in her arms more interested now, "He looks like a wrinkled potato." "Mun-yeong," he admonishes but she shrugs looking small and tired. She's so much stronger than him. "Hopefully he'll look like you soon." He wishes for the exact opposite. Sang-tae and Jae-su are the first to show up and Sang-tae is beyond excited, rushing to meet his nephew and refusing to let Jae-su hold the baby declaring that only family can do so. Then Ju-ri and her mother show up and the baby is handed off and Jae-su argues indignant that everyone has held the baby besides him and it's all chaos and their baby looks right at home babbling at all the new faces suddenly surrounding him. When everyone leaves and Mun-yeong falls into a well deserved sleep, he finally gets a quiet moment with his son. It's late but he doesn't look tired at all, wriggling in his arms while hypnotizing him with his mother's eyes, the rest of his features are too soon to decipher yet. "I can't believe you're here. Your mother worked so hard to get you here, we should let her rest. I don't know what kind of father I'll be. I never really had a father myself, he left before I could have any memories of him. I'll never do that to you, that much I can promise. I've only known you for a few hours but you're already my whole world, you and your mom. We're not perfect but we're going to love you so much." His voice wavers with emotion, before he laughs at himself, "Can you even understand what I'm saying? Dad is too sentimental." "I could have told you that." Mun-yeong's drowsy voice breaks the calm and he looks over at her sheepish. She'd probably heard everything. She surprises him by not mocking him. "Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" She doesn't answer before making grabby hands at him, immediately he moves the chair closer so she can touch them both. She runs a gentle finger across the baby's head, he wiggles but otherwise stays still looking more tired with every passing minute. Slowly they both start to drift to sleep and he watches them with a soft loving gaze.

  A week later, they're allowed to go home and he buckles up Byeong-ho, aptly named because he is the light in the their life. It's his first time outside and his eyes become huge once he realizes there is more than the hospital room they were confined to. He helps Mun-yeong into the passenger seat, buckling her in too despite her grumbling that she can do it herself. When they pull up to the house, he grabs the bassinet and gives Mun-yeong his arm slowly walking into the house. "Let's put him in his room." He says calmly despite his heart beating rapidly, it had been hard keeping the secret from her. She follows him easily none the wiser to what he has planned. He slowly pushes the door open watching her face all the way, her gasp is music to his ears as they both take in the room. While she'd been bedridden Sang-tae had been decorating Byeong-ho's room, lush colors fill the room now, a forest with vibrant trees and vivid skies. He smiles at the animated versions of them across the walls, Byeong-ho has been added to the camping van. His little head peeking out as they drive into the sunset.  "It's a gift from Sang-tae." "It's beautiful." That's all she is able to say but he can see the emotions flowing from her eyes, he silently wraps an arm around her shoulder.

 Breastfeeding is hard, harder than movies made it seem but she'd gotten the knack of it while in the hospital, Byeong-ho only stops after feeding for about an hour. Her whole body is sore, she's been tired since giving birth. Gang-tae had finally stopped moving, he'd feed her then put away the gifts they had received, helped her take a shower and played with the baby before collapsing on the bed claiming he just needed to rest his eyes. That was hours ago. "It's just you me and huh?" The baby coos in her arms, milk leaking from his fat cheeks. "You eat a lot for someone so tiny. You really must be my kid." She leans back in the rocking chair, a gift from Ju-ri's mother. Swaying back and forth, while lightly patting the baby over her shoulder only stopping when she hears his little burp. It's getting late, approaching midnight and she is starting to feel drowsy herself. "It's time to sleep." She stands up walking to the bedroom and smiling at her snoring husband, he is splayed across the bed haphazardly she tugs the blanket further up his chest before planting a kiss on his cheek. Then she opens the bottom drawer, plucking out a single copy of her new book. She'd been working on it since learning she was pregnant, it wouldn't be sold to the public. "Just for you. You should be honored, I'm one of the most wanted authors around." She boasts to her son, disgusted when he blows a snot bubble in response. "How uncouth." But she carries him back to the room, making herself comfortable in the rocking chair once more before opening the book, taking them both to a far off land where a witch learns to love herself and through that small act gains unconditional love from others. The one thing her father ever gave her and now she can give that to her own child in addition to so much more, she can break this cycle with love.