no smut here yet. 

and hello to my friend, Clare! 

x x x

"Damn, Baekhyun. This house is huge," Kim Taeyeon breathed after I went to fetch her from the elevators leading to the penthouse. It's already six thirty in the evening and this high school friend of mine is the last guest we're expecting for the twin's welcome dinner party—Which is a few months late now, I suppose.

"I found this house on the internet and it instantly became my dream house," I muttered with a giggle. "I'm just so glad my husband agreed to it. If he was to decide, I'm pretty sure he would choose a more secluded place."

"Uh-huh," Taeyeon nods absentmindedly as she follows me inside. She slowly trudges into the house, gazing quickly at the fountain and paintings decorating the entrance hall, muttering words of awe I did not quite catch. She's wearing a simple peach dress under a Burberry coat, which she shrugged off as the warmth inside the house welcomed her. She still looks so mesmerized with her surroundings. "And you maintain this place all on your own?"

"Well, not really," I answered. "Especially now that the twins are here, we already hired some helpers."

Kim Taeyeon threw me a look. "God, you sound so much like a housewife, Park Baekhyun," then she flicked the Prada sweatshirt I am wearing. "And a very rich one at that."

"What the fuck?" I laughed, tapping her hand away. "Well, I work from home! What do you want me to do?!"

Taeyeon giggled. "Look at you live the married life," she pressed her palms together and sighed dreamily. "I'm just so happy you found that man, Baekhyun. Seeing you so sad before really did break my heart."

"I know," I smiled kindly at her. "And I'm so glad you were such a good friend to me, Taeyeon."

"I know! I'm such a good friend," Taeyeon flicked her blonde hair back like the queen she is, making me laugh out loud. We approached the lounge area where our friends and family are already gathered, clustered in small groups while holding glasses of wine or juice at hand. Our parents are by the glass wall, looking so serious as they probably discuss about work. Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin are laughing with Baekbeom and Jenny by the couch. I also caught sight of Park Chanyeol, in his black button-down dress shirt and trousers, as he holds Nhoei in his arms. Nari is at the other side of the room with some of my girl friends and they've been spending time since this afternoon, playing with small teddy bears on the carpeted floor. The twins are actually wearing matching onesies tonight—Monster Inc. inspired—and everyone was gushing over it non-stop.

When my husband caught my eyes and noted the person I am with, he quickly excused himself from his friends and walked over to our direction.

"Taeyeon," Chanyeol greeted her with a huge smile. "I'm glad you're able to come."

"How could I miss this?" Taeyeon exclaimed, excited, and Nhoei watched her with wide eyes. "Oh my god, is this Park Nhoei?" Her eyes practically shone at the sight of my son in his Mike Wazowski onesie. "Goodness, he is so handsome! Look at those pretty brown eyes and button nose! I can already tell, you guys—He's gonna be a heartbreaker."

It could be a 'parent' thing, but the twins really are good-looking. They have matching chocolate brown eyes and small, button noses. Their skins are also undoubtedly fair, complementing their strikingly black hairs. The only thing different between Nhoei and Nari— Well, aside from the gender— is the fact that Nhoei's hair is a mess of waves while Nari's is incredibly straight.

I touched Nhoei's hand and he immediately grasped my fingers. "Want to hold him?" I asked Taeyeon with a huge smile.

"O-Oh," Kim Taeyeon looked so surprised. "I-I can?"

"Of course," I grinned. "Might inspire you to have a kid already."

"Here," my husband gently handed Nhoei to Taeyeon who still looks like she can't believe she's holding a small human being in her arms right now. "Nhoei doesn't really cry around strangers," Chanyeol smiled, watching our son as his wondering eyes traveled between me and Chanyeol. "He's more the quiet type."

"Thank god," Taeyeon sighed. "I was seriously worried about making him cry."

Chanyeol laughs lightly in response before turning to me quickly. "Oh, love, I'm going to fetch some more wine," he said. "I'll be back."

"Yeah, okay," I nodded before he very swiftly gave me a kiss on the temple.

As soon as Park Chanyeol left, I guided Taeyeon— With Nhoei still in her arms— to some of our friends who looked deeply pleased to meet her. When I mentioned she's also an event organizer, Yoora-noona suddenly looked so excited she can't help herself from pulling Taeyeon to sit with her on the couch so they could talk about weddings. I took Nhoei from Taeyeon quickly after, so she could have her wine and some food, but as I was walking over to the buffet table to check on the food, Minho and Taemin came stomping towards me so quickly I had to pull Nhoei closer against my neck.

"What the hell?" I frowned at them suspiciously. "You two look like you're going to take my son away."

"What—" Minho started, confused. "No! Why would we even do that?"

Taemin looked like I just punched him. "We're so frustrated with you, Baekhyun. Seriously!"

Huh? Now, I am utterly confused. "What? Why?"

"You have so many pretty friends!" Minho answered for the both of them. "And you never even mentioned them to us. I thought we were friends, Park Baekhyun. You betrayed us!"

"Ya!" I made a motion to kick him. "Why are you overreacting? If you like them so much why don't you go over there and introduce yourselves?! It's not like I am forbidding you. Plus! You never ask about my social life, so it's no wonder I don't speak about them around you two."

Lee Taemin casted a nervous glance at my single friends. Amber Liu is already absorbed in a conversation with Kwon Jiyong and Top, which I heard is revolving around this latest baseball game they failed to catch. Kim Jisoo, Rosé Park, Choi Sulli, and Lisa Manoban were here ever since this morning, and I don't think they were willing to let go of the babies if we don't ask. Rosé is holding Nari right now and our daughter seems to be giggling nonstop with them as she watches the girls' role play with the plushies. Even the pets, Rain and Peanut, seems to be enjoying the attention they're getting from the guests as they walk around the house.

"They're seriously pretty..." Taemin sighed almost dreamily. "I can't believe we didn't know about them, Baek. You're so mean!"

"You're scaring my son!" I glared at them and really kicked Taemin's leg this time. "Just go and introduce yourselves! It won't hurt! And maybe ask for their numbers, too— I don't know— Just go!" Gently, I looked down at Nhoei to see if he's starting to feel uncomfortable but he's apparently busier resting his face against my shoulder and sucking on his knuckles.

Choi Minho suddenly has this look of wonderment on his face. "Hey— Maybe that thing Chanyeol did with Baekhyun's number was a good omen," he tells Taemin thoughtfully. "Look—They're married now. And with kids!"

"Oh yeah!" Taemin exclaimed back, excited. "Damn. Now I feel so bad for laughing at him before. Who would have known he'd really end up with Byun Baekhyun?"

Huh? What the fuck are these two blabbering on about?

When the two idiots started to walk away, I quickly caught Taemin's dress shirt with my free hand. "Wait wait wait," I called out and they turned to me in unison. "What were you saying? About my number and Chanyeol? What good omen?"

Minho raised a finger. "Oh, that! Yeah! 'pbh'! That's how he saved your number, right?" he started. "When Taemin caught your caller ID before, we were laughing so hard and teasing him about it."

I felt my brow crease. "Huh?" I can't help but feel more confused. "What's so funny about my husband calling me 'pbh' on his phone?"

Minho looks equally confused already, and slightly terrified with the reaction I'm showing. "Well... Of course, it isn't funny now..." he started to explain. "But it was definitely funny before. When you two were still boyfriends."

Taemin chuckled to himself. "I remember asking Chanyeol if he's really sure he's going to save Baekhyun's number like that," he laughs. "I was seriously worried Baek's going to see it and freak out!"

"Yeah," Minho laughs rather loudly. "Ah, man. Our friend's seriously smitten."

Still confused, I stepped towards them rather threateningly, I guess, because the two backed a little. "Wait—" I started to say because things don't seem to add up here. "Are you telling me... I am already 'Park Baekhyun' to Chanyeol before we're even married? Or engaged?"

Minho nodded, brows furrowing. "Of course," he says slowly. "You didn't know?"

"W-Well..." I started to say, but I can't seem to think of any instance when I actually scanned through Park Chanyeol's phone. I know, I know. This doesn't have to be a big deal. But the thing that really gets to me is my husband knowing we're going to end up together... Even before I knew it myself—Probably even before the world actually decided we're meant to be.

Park Chanyeol was so sure it'll be me he's going to spend the rest of his life with. So, now I am wondering when my own epiphany occurred.

Nhoei cooed against my neck, his small hand wet with saliva reaching up to touch my chin. The action pulled me away from my own thoughts. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked him lovingly. But Nhoei just continued touching my face and I can't help but smile at him and kiss his small palm. "Do you also think your uncles are cowards?" I laughed when Nhoei suddenly cooed even louder. "See? Even my son knows you're cowards."

"That's—" Minho hit Taemin's shoulder, embarrassed. "Now even the baby knows we're cowards!"

"What are you even—" then Taemin stopped, eyes going wide as if he had finally realized something. "I know what we're gonna do." Then he looked at me and Nhoei, eyes practically sparkling.

I hugged my son closer to my chest. "What in the hell are you thinking?!"

Taemin offered his hands. "Please let us borrow Nhoei," he said. "A baby is the best wingman."

I stared at him incredulously. "Who even told you that?!"

"I saw it on TV!"

I kicked him again. Harder this time. "On TV?! Goddamnit! No wonder you're still single!" I scolded him. "Leave us alone and don't bother me again with this shit—"

"But Baekhyun—"

"Hey, what's going on?"

We weren't able to notice Park Chanyeol emerging from the kitchen and obviously, the first thing he saw was the three of us bickering. My husband approached us with two bottles of chilled wine at hand, eyes darting between me and his friends.

I looked at Chanyeol then gestured at Taemin and Minho. "Hon," I clasped my forehead in exasperation. "They're making my head hurt," I groaned before turning and walking away, taking Nhoei with me, because apparently, I cannot leave him with those idiots. Chanyeol looked like he was about to start talking some sense to his friends when I left them, so I don't know. At least I hope one of them can be acquaintances with the girls when the night ends.

Finally reaching the buffet, I checked on some food and motioned for some of the maids to help clean up used plates. When Park Chanyeol and I got married, we didn't really have housemaids because I can do all the housework. But now, with Nhoei and Nari and their increasing activity, we're forced to hire helpers. The twins have their own separate nannies who I screened myself and four more maids in charge of the house. But the supervision— That still falls on me. Which I like.

Rain is manning the buffet table, tongue hanging and tail wagging as he waits for me to give him food. "Here you go, Rain," I muttered as I tossed him a chunk of meat from a bowl of seasoned pork. Nhoei watches the exchange with curious eyes, still sucking on his knuckles as he stares at Rain. So, I gave our dog another treat and sure enough, Nhoei started flapping his arm excitedly. "Oh, sweetheart," I chuckled before giving my son a kiss. "You enjoy watching the dog eat, huh? Do you want to try it yourself?"

Grinning, I held Nhoei's free hand then tossed Rain another chunk, making it seem like Nhoei gave it to him instead. Our baby cooed loudly, head clumsily turning to me, his eyes wide. His reaction made me so happy I can't help the loud laugh that left my lips. As I hugged Nhoei closely, everyone in the house was suddenly startled by a loud cry erupting from the other side of the room. Nari, our daughter, is suddenly wailing as she outstretched her arms forward. Her face is flushed red, lips wide open as she cries hard.

"What's happening—" I started to say but then when I saw the look of longing in my daughter's eyes, I immediately realized what happened.

"She saw Chanyeol," Rosé said, slightly panicking, as she tried cradling Nari, pulling her closer. But our baby daughter kept turning her head towards Chanyeol no matter how they tried to hide her view. My husband is currently filling up a glass of wine by a table, but he immediately turned at the sound of Nari. Our daughter's crying so bad now and before I could call out his name, Chanyeol already left what he is doing and walked over to where Nari is.

"Hello, princess," Chanyeol called kindly as he took Nari from Rosé. "I'm here, sweetheart. Daddy's here. Don't cry now, my love. Sshhh..." And as soon as she's against her father's chest, Nari abruptly just stopped crying. She hiccupped as she pulled back a little, eyes traveling all over Chanyeol's face as if she's trying to check if it's really him. And when she's satisfied, she let out one last sob and rested her head against Chanyeol's shoulder.

"Aw, what a Daddy's girl," Jisoo giggled as she reached up and brushed Nari's hair gently. "We were just having fun, but then she saw you and she's crying so hard already."

Lisa groaned. "We should have listened when Baekhyun told us to never let her see you."

"Yeah, sorry," Chanyeol smiled, planting a kiss on our daughter's forehead. "I guess I'm her favorite."

I rolled my eyes. But well, Nari is a real Daddy's girl. She likes Chanyeol a lot and I am starting to think it's because she seems higher from the ground when my husband's the one carrying her. Hmm? Or maybe Park Chanyeol smells better than I do— NO! That's impossible.

Chanyeol reached up to wipe Nari's tears with her bib. "Maybe she's feeling tired already," he mused.

Rosé pouts as she stared at the toys around them. "Maybe," she says. "We were playing with her since this afternoon."

"I'll take her upstairs," Chanyeol nodded once and the girls let him go. My in-laws went to check if Nari's okay, soothing her with words as she melted against my husband's arms. When Chanyeol is already heading upstairs, I decided to just follow suit.

"Hey, baby," Chanyeol turned when he realized I'm following him. "Nhoei needs some changing?"

"No," I grinned. "But Nari seems ready to sleep so maybe Nhoei feels the same already."

"You're right," my husband laughs lightly as he reaches forward to brush Nhoei's hair. Our son's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as Chanyeol touched him. "He's probably tired, too. They've been awake the whole afternoon."

I hummed in response, nodding as I pulled Nhoei closer to my chest and started rubbing his back soothingly. When we reached the twin's nursery, Chanyeol turned on the night light, casting outlines of rainbows and unicorns on the walls and ceiling, and I started humming a song as we both held and gently rocked each twin in our arms. My husband stands at the center of the room, our daughter cradled up against him, while I sit on a couch because Nhoei just want you to caress his back and he'll easily go to sleep already.

Park Chanyeol has this small, satisfied smile on his face as he stares down at Nari and I can't help but laugh a little at the expression he's wearing. He heard me, though, and he looked up curiously. "What is it?" he whispered.

"Nothing," I just shrugged.

"Hm," Chanyeol frowned. "What is it? Tell me."

I pursed my lips and continued humming.

Chanyeol walked to where I am sitting then he nudged my leg with his foot. "Why're you laughing, Park Hyun?" he demanded in a soft voice.

"It's nothing," I giggled this time because his curious expression looks so funny right now. "It's just your face."

"What—" Chanyeol touched his cheek. "Do I suddenly look ugly to you?"

I rolled my eyes. "No—" I sighed, finally looking him in the eyes and smiling lightly. "You just— You just looked so happy, Park Chan."

Chanyeol blinked a few times. "...Oh?" he slowly smirked, nodding to himself. "Did I suddenly look handsome to you then?"

I cocked my head to one side. "You know you're the most handsome to me, Park Chanyeol," I smiled. "In every way."

The answer I gave him was obviously not the one my husband was expecting because he probably thought I was just going to roll my eyes and utter a snappy reply. But I didn't. Because it's true. Park Chanyeol is the most good-looking man for me and he's the most handsome when he stares at me or our children adoringly. There's that unquestionable gentleness and awe in his jet-black eyes that don't seem to falter. It's the sincerest love in them that makes him utterly perfect for me.

"See?" I raised a brow, triumphant. "I can leave you speechless, too."

With that, Park Chanyeol laughed lightly. "Yeah... Well..." he mutters before leaning over, surprising me with a kiss on my forehead. "You leave me mesmerized and speechless, too, every time, Park Baekhyun," he whispers. "So then, I guess we're even."

The dinner party ended around ten in the evening. Fortunately, as everyone was starting to head out, I saw Taemin and Jisoo laughing together while Minho seemed to be having a serious conversation with Sulli. Hmm? Maybe those two aren't full-on cowards afterall.

My brother, Baekbeom, is already helping Jenny put on her coat and I can't help but smile to myself as I remember him telling me about buying an engagement ring soon. Chanyeol's parents and mine are already descending the stairs as they still took the time to kiss the sleeping twins goodbye.

"They're really beautiful," my mother-in-law breathed happily as she pulled me into a hug. "I'm so happy for the both of you. We'll see each other again soon, hm?"

"Of course, Mother," I grinned. "Just give us a call."

She held my face then patted my cheeks gently. "Okay, okay," she whispers, eyes dancing in happiness. "We'll go now, Baekhyun dear."

It took us a lot of hugs and kisses before everyone was out of the house already. There was quick planning of future get-togethers and dinners hosted by my parents— They love hosting dinner parties. My father and Chanyeol were the last ones speaking, discussing something about a good early school for the twins. My husband seemed to be listening intently, his brows furrowed in concentration as he touched his chin in thought. Chanyeol's father soon joined the conversation, I think, and the rest of us were forced to wait until I had to stand beside my husband and hold unto his arm.

"It's getting late, hon," I told him. "Our parents didn't bring their drivers. We should see them off now."

"Oh," Chanyeol nods as he wrapped one arm around my shoulder. "I'm sorry for keeping you."

"No, that's all right!" Dad waved my husband off. "But my wife is already glaring at me, so I guess we better leave now."

"Yeah..." I nodded. "Let me have my husband to myself tonight, too. You were hogging him the whole evening."

Our parents laughed at the remark and Chanyeol just gave me a gentle kiss on my hair as he pulled me closer. But it's true, though. Park Chanyeol and I barely shared any moment tonight— Well aside from the one at the twin's nursery and the short make out we did at the kitchen before the dinner officially started. We asked some of the guards to accompany our guests towards the parking lot and as soon as the elevator doors closed on our faces, Chanyeol held me even closer and I hugged him back as he kissed my temple.

"Tired?" He asked in a gentle voice before planting another kiss on my cheek.

"A little bit," I admitted. "You?"

My husband suddenly pulled me up by the waist. "Not really," he breathes, catching me off guard when he kisses me full on the lips. I gasped, hands grasping his arms as he carefully guided me to a marble table by the entrance. We kissed in a not-so-innocent way, eyes fluttered closed and lips hungrily sucking unto each other. Chanyeol's hands were quick to slip under the sweatshirt I am wearing, his tongue entered my mouth, and I cannot help the aroused moan that inadvertently escaped me. "Fuck," my husband suddenly cursed, pulling back but not really stopping from kissing me. His lips continued brushing against mine. "Fuck, Baekhyun..." he whispers. "You have absolutely no idea how many times I wanted to do that tonight."

"Uh-huh?" I caught his lips with mine, hands traveling to his hair so I could pull him closer. "Ditto, Park Chan." 

end of part 1.