Through calculated, persistent, and logical maneuvering, I finally walked down the aisle with my lovely baby.

And so, we two became husband and wife.

Having set up our honeymoon home in a luxury residential area in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul, we were spending our sweet honeymoon like any other ordinary lovey-dovey couple—holding hands, hugging, and kissing.

I even started making plans to have a child soon.

I didn't intend to rush.

After spending enough time just the two of us, traveling, and doing everything we wanted to do.

When every preparation was perfectly complete, that was when I wanted to hold a child who looked just like us in my arms.

That's why I put so much care into decorating the bedroom, making it the perfect place for just the two of us.

...Sigh. For fuck's sake.

Maybe it's because my baby is still young, but she's running around everywhere having fun.

There are many days when she's out from the morning and comes back late at night. Sometimes she doesn't pick up the phone. Some days she comes in stumbling with a red face from how much she drank.

...Man.

It's cute how she giggles when she's drunk. It's cute how she mumbles while leaning into my arms and falls right asleep.

But, fuck. Cute is cute, but don't you worry about your husband? Whether I'm hurt, whether someone picked a fight, whether I'm sick. She makes me think all sorts of things.

Yet, the person in question just falls fast asleep in my arms, completely oblivious.

Then I can't even get angry. I end up taking off her shoes, getting her water, cooking her hangover soup, and even drying her hair. ...What can I do? She's my baby.

The most precious person in the world.

So I decided to postpone the baby plans a bit. I thought I'd just let her play a bit more, grow up a bit more, spend enough time as a couple, and then talk about it slowly.

But then.

"Let's have a baby in three years."

...What?

For a moment, I couldn't believe my ears.

Fuck. Three years?

Every single day is precious right now, and you want me to wait three more years?

...Ha. I can't help but laugh.

Fine. You say no?

Then I'll make it a yes. Not by force. I'll make my baby say it herself.

'I want to have our baby.'

I just have to make her happy enough to say those words.

There are plenty of ways.

I'll pick her up when she finishes work. We'll go on trips just the two of us on weekends. I'll smile for no reason when we see cute babies. I'll sneakily hold her hand while looking at baby clothes. If we pile up these ordinary daily moments, one day my baby will dream of the same future.

Calculatedly. Persistently. Logically. One by one, step by step, perfectly. Because in the end, the one who brings up the baby talk first will definitely be my baby.

Ha. Honey, you won't notice my plan this time either.

So... shall we start now?

Ha, fuck. Honey. Get ready!