I hum lightly to myself as I add a pinch of salt to the midday snack I'm preparing. I woke up hungry from my nap a few minutes ago, my stomach growling like a wolf as if I hadn't eaten in days. I need to get my appetite back under control because otherwise, this is all going to get out of hand.

With a spoon, I taste the dish and wiggle on the spot as I realize it's almost cooked. I reach for some pepper in one of the drawers in our new kitchen. We decided after some time to buy our own house instead of the apartment we had found and actually lived in for 4 years. One that fits our dreams, with a garden where we grilled and partied with our friends many times.

Jungkook has been working very hard for the past few years. After he proposed to me, the preparations started pretty quickly and we found ourselves standing at the altar within a couple of months, just before his birthday. Before his real birthday. My parents were of course very shocked at first and couldn't really grasp that their daughter was suddenly getting married, but they were still by my side in full support.

Even though my father, who puts his beloved daughter above everything and everyone and protects her with everything he has, often made Jungkook sweat in the beginning, the two got along very well. I always have to laugh when I think about how anxious and nervous Jungkook was so that his hand was literally shaking when he shook my father's hand for the first time. The poor guy was watched by my father with glaring eyes throughout the evening.

My mother, on the other hand, liked him right from the first second she saw him. How could anyone not like a man like Jungkook? He knows how to win a woman's heart, plus he is charming and polite. Anyway, the ice between my father and Jungkook melted relatively quickly and he even took him fishing with him. That actually means quite something, because my father doesn't go fishing with just anyone.

But that was a long time ago. Almost 5 years to be exact because in a few months it will be our fifth anniversary. Time goes by very fast, but I don't regret a single day of our marriage. Marrying Jungkook was and remains the best decision I made. If I were to be born a second time, my choice would still be him because he is my soul mate.

He was nothing but the best husband one could wish for. Even in the days when we were still dating, he was always sweet and thoughtful. But now it is different because I can officially call him mine. Being called Mrs.Jeon by others now reminds me every day that we belong together forever and each of us is half of a whole. Our love is blossoming with every passing second and has not diminished one bit.

Even though everything is not as fresh as it was in the first months of our relationship, we never stop checking on each other. We care for each other, ask at the end of the day how it was at work, and wake up in each other's arms. We respect and love each other like the first day even if we don't say it so often anymore. We don't need to, because we see the spark in our eyes that hasn't faded. The passion still burns in every cell of our bodies.

"Hey, baby," a voice whispers in my ear that I love to hear every day as two strong arms tie themselves around my waist from behind. I jump slightly, not expecting him yet. And I didn't hear him coming.

"You're home." I greet, turning my head slightly to the side as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I wasn't that busy, so I came home early." he smiles. "I missed you."

It's crazy how he can still get my heart racing after so many years. One little sentence is enough to take my breath away. Even though we are together every day and try to spend as much time together in the evenings as possible, he can still miss me. He is still a cute baby, goofing and playing around with me. But I could never complain about that because that is the way I love him.

He doesn't let up every time he comes home from the workshop in the evening to show me affection. Even though we have spent hard times, his love has not diminished and he has always kept me by his side. We left a lot behind us, especially after the whole thing with his father.

He is still in prison and hopefully will still be for the next two years. After the trial, he was sentenced and we couldn't have been happier. Even though it saddens me to see a human life ripped from its freedom I can't help but think he deserved it. I can't stand him because he hurt Jungkook so much, the man I love with everything I have, but at the same time he is still the person responsible for his existence.

There are mixed feelings when I think of his father and so I often try not to. We have banned his name from our home anyway, sworn not to mention him and ruin our moods. But sometimes thoughts wander and I find myself in old memories. I wish everything had been different. I wish his father was a normal person and maybe he could make friends with my father. Sometimes different scenarios play out in my head because he is still human. But a person none of us would want in our lives.

Anyway, after the court case, it was decided to give Jungkook's mother and Jungkook the equal share that they have in the company and then to sell the company. Jungkook, of course, did not take the money and instead used it to help his mother open her own atelier, which she has always dreamed of. I'm proud of his decision and also glad that his mother opened the studio not very far from us, which allows her to visit us often.

"What are you making?" he asks, pulling me out of my drifting thoughts.

"I was in the mood for Mac&Cheese. So I'm making Mac&Cheese," I answer grinning and adding the cheese to the pot and then stirring everything well with a wooden spoon. The sound of melted cheese and the super greasy pasta rings in our ears and my mouth waters at the sight and heavenly smell.

"Hmm," he hums in my ear with a heavy breath. "You know, that sound reminds me of you last night."

I gasp after I realize what he means by that and scrunch up my nose in disgust. Something he hasn't let up on in years and something that always catches me off guard is his dirty talking. But sneakily, I like it too while pretending to be innocent.

"You're gross!" I whine. "Now I can't enjoy my beloved Mac&Cheese."

"You didn't say that last night, though. All I heard was you moaning my name."

I turn around in his arms and lift the wooden spoon with which I have stirred the pasta and threaten to hit him on the head. And I couldn't care less if it's full of greasy cheese. He takes his arms off my waist when he sees my scolding expression and runs around the kitchen island, his laughter echoing throughout the house. I scowl at him, spoon still in the air, and I feel like a mother about to spank his naughty child.

"Come here, you naughty boy!" I roar, a big smile written on my lips as I try to catch him running around the kitchen island. His laughter gets louder by the second, which is why I can't hold mine in any longer, even though I really wanted to be angry with him. His eyes get small and wrinkled at the edges, his bunny teeth appear as he runs to the right then to the left, his arms outstretched at the kitchen counter trying to avoid me.

We continue to run around the kitchen island laughing for a few minutes, but one thing that has regrettably not improved in recent years despite all the activities is my stamina. I slow down, eventually stopping completely while Jungkook still stands on the other side of the island in alarm, chuckling in success.

I pretend to have given up and breathe heavily, both hands on each side of my hips until he also comes down from his laughter and is distracted because he still has to giggle with his eyes closed while trying to regulate his breathing as well. I take advantage of the opportunity and climb onto the kitchen island to run over to the side where he is standing, careful not to knock down all the items and seasonings.

"Gotcha!" I yell and throw myself off the island onto him with all my might, at first shocking him and causing him to tear his eyes open but still managing to scoop me up in his arms.

He is unable to keep his balance, which is why we both land on the carpet in the dining area. I lie with my body completely on top of his, our laughter mixed and bouncing off the walls. His arms close around my body and he holds me close, his warmth radiating to me. I place my hands on his chest and look into his eyes, which are still small and shining with joy.

"You haven't changed a bit." I tease shaking my head, of course saying in a positive way.

"I haven't. But you love me like this." he grins before flipping us over in one swift motion so that I land with my back on the carpet while he is hovering over me. "I got you now."

He holds me captive in his grip, my hands placed next to my head while he clasps my wrists with his hands. There's a satisfied smirk sitting on his lips and those big bright eyes darken in as if in the blink of an eye. Being with him long enough allows me to know exactly what that look means.

His piercing eyes gaze at me like a predator tracking its prey and the next thing I feel is his warm and soft lips pressing down on mine. He spreads my legs with his knee so he can casually rest between them and I feel him start to rub his lower body against mine. His horniness has not diminished either and he is still as active as when we were dating.

I moan into the kiss, his hardening bulge now pressing against my pulsing heat. The thin material of my pajama shorts, which I hadn't changed out of, allows me to feel every intimate detail of his body and it makes my muscles tense. We start grinding messily against each other and his hands come free of my wrists before he hooks a hand under my thigh and places it against his hip.

The air is hot, the tension between us on the verge of breaking, and the oxygen in our lungs nearly depleted, but neither of us pulls back from the kiss. The passion feels the same as it has for years and every time our lips meet in a kiss it feels like I'm kissing him for the first time, tasting him for the first time. Every time we make love it feels like I'm inviting him inside my walls for the first time and squeezing him tight.

My desire to feel him this raw forever comes true and every time he makes me his new emotions burst. Whether rough or soft, sex with Jungkook always has meaning and makes me feel things I've never felt in my life. He knows every inch and weak spot of me, he knows how to treat me to make me feel above all clouds, filled with the blissful touches and words.

I feel his erection pressing painfully against his pants and he begins to move faster against me, a few small moans and puffs of air filling my mouth as he becomes more and more impatient. His hand that has been holding my thigh at his hip slowly makes its way touching the skin and further to my shirt where it disappears under the material. His touch sends a shiver down my spine and my fingers get lost in his soft curls that he leaves long just for me.

"I missed you so much." he groans in my ear. "I feel like I could explode any second."

His hand cups my breast over the lace material and I sigh as his lips move from my jaw down to my neck. Leaving open-mouthed and wet kisses there, he throws me into a sea of desire and pleasure. It's crazy the places he can send me with his touches, making me forget where I am. But it doesn't last long and I'm pulled from the taste of his touch by a sound coming from the small device that rests on the kitchen counter.

Oh, I almost forgot that we have a baby daughter.

"Wait, Jungkook," I say, trying to push him away, but he continues with his kisses. "Our daughter is calling for you."

And just at that moment, a second slight wail can be heard coming from her room upstairs through the baby monitor. We listen intently to see if another sound will be heard from our three-month-old daughter, but it's silent. She has recently become a little more active and as a result, we hear her wailing through the baby monitor more often. Especially in moments like these, she seems to sense it and whine on purpose.

"She's only been wailing for a bit. She may have fallen back to sleep." he croaks, his lower body still pressed against my heat.

"Baby, no. What if she's in an uncomfortable position or she needs something else?" I say, tilting my head to the side so he can't kiss me again. "Go check on her, please."

"Okay." he relents. "I love her but sometimes she's a cockblocker."

I laugh as Jungkook gets off me and stands on his feet. He grabs my hand and pulls me up to my feet as well, but with a little more momentum so I land against his chest. I tap against the robust muscles flexing under my fingertips and ignore his intense gaze.

"Your baby girl wouldn't be happy if she heard her daddy talk like that, though." I tease with a laugh as I move back to the stove where I almost let my Mac&Cheese burn thanks to Jungkook. I curse under my breath and turn off the stove, stirring the pasta with the wooden spoon.

"I love my princess." he chimes in and I raise my hands in surrender. "And Daddy will be back for the real deal."

His smirk grows as I roll my eyes playfully and he disappears behind the wall. I hear his footsteps running up the stairs until I hear his voice through the baby monitor. He starts talking to our daughter in baby voice and I giggle at that because it's just adorable. Being almost 30 years old and having a daughter doesn't stop him from still being like a baby himself, I have two babies at home.

But I am not complaining because Jungkook is a wonderful father. He has, fortunately, overcome his fear from his past experience with his own father. When I told him that I was pregnant he jumped in the air and was overjoyed. I could read the happiness in his eyes. But as time went on, he became a little insecure about himself. I kept catching him talking about what would happen if he disappointed his child as a father.

I think this is something normal though because even I had my own fears and insecurities about being a parent. It is a new feeling and takes a lot of responsibility and that is what made us nervous. But we were still ready for her and awaited our daughter with open arms. The birth was a bit complicated but she was born healthy and I shed tears when I saw Jungkook holding her in his arms for the first time with tears in his eyes as well.

It feels like it was just yesterday and it is surreal that she is already 3 months old. She is still very small, but she is growing with each passing day and I wish time would slow down a bit. I can still hear Jungkook babbling to her through the baby monitor and it makes me smile. I also laugh when I think about when he almost fainted after seeing how much blood flowed during the delivery. He still pouts about how I almost broke his hand when he held mine to support me.

I get out two plates for both of us from the cupboard so we can eat after he comes back downstairs because my stomach is still growling. Pregnancy has put a few pounds on my bones and my appetite has increased, but I know I need to eat well so I can nurse our little princess. And I don't think Jungkook minds, in fact, quite the opposite. He admires my now wider hips and fuller breasts and can't keep his hands off me.

I wash the dishes and dry my hands on the towel before looking at the two plates and then at the stairs. It's been some time since Jungkook went upstairs and I don't hear anything through the baby monitor either so I decide to check on them both. I walk up the stairs and down the hall to the room that is right next to our bedroom so we can hear her immediately if she cries at night, which she did a lot in the beginning.

Swinging the door open slowly, I am met by a crushingly adorable sight. Jungkook is sitting on the armchair that sits next to the crib, his upper body naked and his shirt resting on the back of the armchair. He has placed our daughter on his chest, chubby cheeks pressed against his soft pale skin and they both have their eyes closed. I smile at the sight and chuckle softly as I realize they are both sleeping with their mouths open.

This habit along with the big doe eyes is clearly something our daughter got from her father, even though he often says she looks more like me than him. I approach the two of them with slow steps so as not to wake them up and my heart swells the longer I watch them. Seeing my two favorite people in one frame, so innocent and so pure always makes the tears well up in my eyes.

The habit of sleeping on his chest, that is on his bare chest, she got from me. It gives us a safe and cozy feeling when we feel the closeness and warmth of Jungkook. There is something about him that makes us feel sleepy and we immediately feel relaxed. And every time our daughter gets a little whiny, Jungkook immediately knows what to do to soothe her.

Jungkook must have fallen asleep himself in the process of putting her back to sleep because his head is tilted to the side in an uncomfortable position. His arms, however, are wrapped securely around her small body, keeping her from rolling off his body. I get even closer and slowly, without waking either of them, remove his arms from around our daughter to put her back in bed so Jungkook doesn't have to sit uncomfortably in the chair.

I carefully grab our daughter's head and the other hand I place on her lower body, pressing her to my chest, and walk to her crib. Leaning over the wooden rail, I lay her down on the soft mattress and place the blanket, decorated with little bunnies, over her small body. She hugs the blanket close to her and her lips smack before she lies still again. I admire her and how the little round nose sits so adorably on her face. I can't believe I'm her mother.

"She's beautiful." a sleepy voice whispers, coming up beside me. I look up and Jungkook is looking at our daughter while he puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"She is." I smile, now looking at her sleeping form as well. "I can't believe we're parents."

"I can't believe it either." he agrees as I rest my head on his shoulder. "It feels so overwhelming. I'm a dad. And she's so little."

"She's getting a little bigger every day," I whisper in a sad voice, feeling Jungkook nod his head. "I feel blessed."

Warm lips settle on my hair and he gives me a long kiss before pulling back with a sigh. He places himself with his body behind me and wraps both arms around my waist now, his chin placed on my shoulder. I place my hands on his and watch the black identical ink sit on our hands.

We decided to get a couple tattoo together after our wedding on our honeymoon and finally settled on a small star. It's tiny, but it looks beautiful and holds a lot of meaning for both of us. I wanted to get one myself after learning the meaning of Jungkook's tattoos, but getting a couple tattoo was his idea. And I love it.

It connects us and is engraved in our skin forever. We don't need anything to confirm our love because it's engraved in our hearts, but it's still a meaningful symbol.

"I don't just feel this way. I know I'm blessed," he whispers into my ear with his warm breath. "You blessed me with your presence and you gave me a daughter. I could never thank you enough for that."

"I'm going to cry again." I laugh softly, subtly indicating my mood swings. He laughs with me, my favorite melody ringing in my ears, and a satisfied smile settles on my lips.

"I love you both more than anything in this world, baby." He smiles and places a small kiss on my cheek, pulling me closer to his torso. "I will protect you with everything I have. I would die for you both."

"Don't say that. We need you here. With us." I say, lifting my hand to cup his cheek.

I turn my head in his direction, allowing our lips to connect in a gentle kiss. So much adoration and affection flow between us that it overwhelms me with emotion. That we got married was already a new step in our lives but our love blossomed with the birth of our daughter. She is the fruit of our love, the proof that we created her through our strong feelings and we will protect her forever.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips after we pull back from the kiss.

"I love you too." I smile and caress the soft skin with my hand still cupping his cheek. His scar lies under my fingertips and I stroke it, hoping I can heal all his scars like he did mine.

He makes me complete, he lights up my days. He is the best husband and father anyone could ever imagine. Our little family is all I need in my life and even more than that. The promise I made years ago, I will keep and love and cherish him forever, like the first day.

"Come on, let's enjoy the few hours together before the little beast wakes up again." he chuckles, pulling me out of the room and over to our bedroom.

"But what about the Mac&Cheese? I even prepared the plates." I pout, but his eyes make me stop. His fingers creep over my belly under my shirt and the warmth sends a shiver down my spine. The soft and bright eyes are hooded now and he presses me against his body as he walks backward until my legs hit the edge of our bed.

"I don't need Mac&Cheese when I can have dessert." he rasps before laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

It always ends the same, but I don't think either of us can complain and certainly not when his sweet and seductive lips land on mine.

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A/N: I just cried a little imagining Jungkook having a daughter and talking to her in baby voice :')

So, this is officially the end of Elaine and Jungkook's love story. I hope you enjoyed reading❤️🥺