#the slow version of his theme song came up on my Spotify 😂

[mrs-han]

“Jumin.”

Your husband’s brows scrunched.

“Jumin.”

He groaned, sleep ever present as he opened his heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, my love.”

You shook off the urge to jump on him. His morning voice, velvety and rich, resulted in hours of morning sex. Which ultimately led to…

“Where’s the baby, Jumin.”

His eyes opened a little more. “Hm?”

You masked your smile with a menacing pose, hands firmly on your hips and feet shoulder-width apart. “Don’t you hm me, where is our baby.”

Your husband didn’t answer you. Instead, he lifted the cotton blanket and draped it over his shoulder.

“You did not just try to ignore me,” you laughed, tugging the blanket away from him.

Jumin’s hand moved over a head of messy black hair. The pink cheeks of your firstborn toddler were all you could see, as the rest of them lay hidden in Jumin’s arms.

You shook your head, hopeful that you seemed more disappointed than amused. “Jumin, we talked about this. She needs to sleep in her big-girl bed. Otherwise, she’ll get too attached to you and expect this every night.”

“What is so wrong with that?” Jumin pressed his daughter to his chest.

“Jumin.”

“Shhh. You’ll wake her up.” Tender as always, Jumin’s touch seemed to deepen the toddler’s sleep as drool coursed from her mouth and down her cheek. “She’s growing up far too quickly, my love. When will I ever be able to do this again?”

“Jumin.” You smiled. “You’ll be able to hold her before her first day of school, and when her first tooth falls out. And when her first partner breaks her heart.”

Jumin turned his head sharply, his eyes dark and menacing. “No. No, she won’t be able to date until she is in her mid-to-late forties.”

“Wh — Jumin, we met when you were twenty-seven and I was twenty-two!”

“Mid-to-late forties.”

“Give her to me,” you sighed, arms outstretched. “You need to be up in another hour anyway, don’t you?”

Your husband didn’t resort to child-like tendencies often, but his drawn-out groan reminded you that he was still a big kid at heart. And a brat. “I’ll take her, don’t worry.”

Your protests would have fallen on deaf ears. With little effort, Jumin lifted and cradled the sleeping tot close to his chest, his gaze upon her steadfast. It made your heart race and start having thoughts of making another baby with him. How lucky you were, to have a man so attentive to your child…

And to you. While you stayed lost in thought, Jumin’s hand moved to lift your chin. Your eyes met his. “What is it?”

“I love you.” His hand moved to cup your cheek, a thumb pressed against your lips.

Feeling confident and overwhelmed by sensations of desire, you pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb. Then, against the palm of his hand.

His hand moved quickly from your face to the curve of your back. You responded in kind, an arm thrown over his neck. The meeting of your lips wasn’t soft or supple, as it had usually been. It was rough and painful, teeth knocking against teeth.

You winced — he dug his fingers into the folds of your skin. He pulled away to recover — you didn’t give him the satisfaction. Your hand on the back of his neck, you kissed him again, tongue caressing the gentle indent of his Cupid’s bow.

Jumin smiled, unable to get any kisses in because of your enthusiasm. “Darling, not in front of the baby.”

“Oh my God, the baby is still here.” Mortified, you tried to take a step back.

But Jumin’s fingers dug deeper into your skin. “I’ll repay you if you’d like to join me for lunch.”

“I’ll meet you at your office,” you blushed, hand against his chest and lips pressed against his once more. “Wow, we have horrible morning breath.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jumin teased, fingers pinching a piece of your loose skin. “I’ll put her to bed, now.”

“Okay,” you beamed, watchful of his stride and aware of the trail of drool coming from your daughter’s mouth. Just as you moved to clean it up, the rustle of sheets caught your attention. Rustle, then silence.

“… Jumin, don’t you think about sleeping in the big-girl bed with her!”

A long pause followed by a loud sigh confirmed your suspicions. Jumin sulked his way out of the room, a dejected pout on his lips. “Yes, dear.”