"How many kids do I have? Well… three, including my husband…"
With her hands firmly planted on her hips, Jinah heaved a deep sigh at the sight before her, whilst her youngest—a mere eight months old, babbled and cooed to herself; Sujin, the princess who will most certainly take after her mother, the “eldest” child Soohyun, a miniature womaniser in making at the tender age of five, sat in complete awe of his father—or as Jinah liked to put it, the third child in this family, as he taught him how to make hearts with his thumb and finger.
"Now—when you have your noona’s attention, there’s a few ways to seal the deal, either press it to her cheek, or send a multitude of hearts over your head, though really, any son of mine is going to be a winner, no matter what."
Rolling her eyes, Jinah brought Sujin up into her arms, shuffling over to nudge Woohyun’s protruding butt with her foot—of course he had to squat, but the temptation was too much to let slide. “You know I love you, but if Soohyun grows up to be a greaser like you, then we’re going to have serious problems and I blame you entirely for it Nam Woohyun.”
"Ah but honey, he can’t become a shrew! Besides… am I crazy or were you fawning over these moves back in the day?" Wriggling his eyebrows with a smug grin tugging on his lips, Woohyun slipped back onto his palms, glancing up to Jinah—who, naturally, pressed her foot to his crotch, a deterrent… or at least she hoped so.
"I can’t wait until you have to enlist, seriously." However, even with a quirk of her lip, displeased as always with the man she loved, Jinah couldn’t fend off the urge as his knowing look followed with a smirked whisper "not in front of the kids baby…" Picking up one of Sujin’s bears, Woohyun placed it in front of his face and waved the arm, cooing "umma is grumpy! she reminds me of your uncle…"
Stamping her feet with a soft whine, Jinah quickly passed the infant down into her husbands arms, pouting as she stormed off “SHUT UP WOOHYUN, I swear you’re such a stupid kid at times!”