"Can you bake shit, Jackson?"

Jackson on the other side of the line went quite for a second. He was daring to wonder what the man was talking about during lunch time. So he answers with utmost genuineness.

"Uh... if I tried? You shouldn't be having diarrhea though, right?" Namjoon regrets life at that moment. Sighing with his eyes closed and influencing his naughty twin pair to mimic him, he presses the bridge of his nose under his spectacles and reframes his words.

"Can you bake muffins and bread and cakes, Jackson?" Jackson stifles a laughter jolt upon hearing how pissed Namjoon sounded at that moment. Clearing his throat, he hums in the mobile, "I can. If I tried." He says, wantingly making Namjoon sigh again.

What's ever better than making your best friend pissy and annoyed?

Well, the thing is that upon conception, Jackson's wife has taken maternity leave. She has been instructed by the doc, especially after her first miscarriage and predicting her uterus was somehow weakened. As for Jackson, he has been not so worthy for a job but he once-upon-a-time made a huge sum of money, and never again.

So he was rich, but he would definitely depend on his wife for all the balances in his life. She was strong, independent and a wise money dealer for the world. In a few words, they were perfect for each other.

"I'll ask my wife if she is willing to let me go to work. She's phobic when she learns I gotta go to work. You know that right?" Jackson asks Namjoon who couldn't help but chuckle.

"I know that."

Jackson covers the mic of the phone as he talks to his wife.

"Yeah, so she said yes. But," Jackson couldn't help but chuckle for himself too, "She will be with us for three weeks and watch over us not bring the place to ashes. Also, she says she is keeping a keen eye on your espec—!"

Jackson screams as his wife throws a huge laundry basket at him. Pretty lightweight but hard plastic anyway.

"I didn't say that!!" Namjoon hears the woman scream from the other side. He chuckles with his shoulders, the only trait that Yoongi picked up from him.

Namjoon's youngest baby was beginning to crawl towards him as he was being encouraged by his messy hands brothers all over his butt. Trying to give him a push. Namjoon let's it happen for awhile until Taehyung suddenly gets an idea and wanted to ride over the crawling toddler.

Boy, would Jungkook begin crying so loud. To avoid the disaster, Namjoon quickly sweeps his baby up and carries him for awhile while him and Jackson decide on places to rent for a bakery.

That was pretty quick, he thought as he cut the call. All thanks to Jackson's wife who works in the construction and development company, rental department.

"Humph." He hears Jin making the exaggerated sound. Placing the phone down on the table, away from any baby disasters, he attempts to know the child's mind yet again.

"What's it, sweetie?" He strokes Jin's soft silly brown hair.

"I don't want daddy to work. I want him home." He says. That frowns Namjoon too, but he smiles and tries to make his son understand the situation.

"Jinnie. Dad will be working for us to be stable. But don't worry, you said dad is your superman, right?"

"Yes. Papa is superman." Jin says, his big doe eyes almost filling up with tears. Hoseok understands that his eldest brother needed support, but not quite knowing how to reduce his sadness, he quietly sits beside Jin.

Namjoon couldn't refrain himself but pet his third eldest too. He was too cute to be his son.

"Then superman will never disappoint. Because he is strong, as I said." For proof, he lifts Jungkook with one arm as the child was entertained himself for awhile, giggling and blabbering cutely.

"Besides, if you are worried that dad will not be home for most time, then it's not an issue, Jinnie. I will come home in the evening, right? You will be a good boy with your nanny, right?"

Of course they couldn't afford a nanny. Namjoon says so to implant discipline in his naughty set of children who already start giving each other glances.

"Well, we should go to the store now, to check out a few things." Says he, sighing because he realized he needed to dress up his little bundles of sunshines.