Chapter 210 – #210. My Illustrator (Complete)
Has there ever been a day when this much trash came out since you moved into your new house?
After our son and daughter moved in, where did our simple housekeeping go? There was always wrapping paper trash rolling around in the house.
“What is this again?”
There are about 8 parcels delivered today alone.
While helping unboxing together, I sniped off the tape with scissors.
“That’s a kid’s toy.”
“No. Didn’t you already buy a lot?”
“They say it’s the most popular among babies these days. Does it feel a bit like an in-sale item?”
…No. These days, even babies leave comments on SNS reviews and recommendations, right?
You know how popular it is.
If I had to question it, I wanted to tackle it by asking if it was popular among parents, but I couldn’t answer my wife’s choice like the sky.
I silently arranged the boxes one by one and stacked them on one side.
“Oppa oppa oppa oppa”
“Why.”
“Braided.”
As she turned her head, Naeun put her hands out in front of her and held out the contents of her packaging.
“So cute.”
Shoes for the little ones that were inside.
It was so cute that it was less than half of my palm, so I burst out laughing.
“Give me.”
“Sleep.”
As soon as I accepted the shoes of the children, I thought how human feet could be so small.
My mom and dad must have thought this way after giving birth to me.
Ah… So cute…
“Wooooo!”
But it’s a while to get wet with sentiment.
“Mrs. Do you know which one is calling?”
“It seems to be my son’s wife.”
Seho was usually the one who woke up first when he fell asleep.
Whenever Seho, who sleeps relatively short, cries, Sehwa would burst into tears as if resonating beside him.
“Brother. Go and get some milk. I’ll see the kids.”
“Uh. Okay.”
Naeun climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and I, who was left behind, went into the kitchen to prepare powdered milk.
Taking care of my table, but Naeun was always a very sensitive child to a well-balanced meal.
The powdered milk we use at home right now, and the overseas products we bought.
It was a bit pricey, but I had no intention of saving money on something like this.
“I poured the water up here… And then… A few spoonfuls…”
If you talk to yourself a lot, it means you’ve become an uncle.
Now that he is a father of two children, he was in a position where there was no room for refutation no matter where he went.
After reviewing the instructions and mixing the powdered milk, we went up to the second floor. Our princess, the prince, was bursting into laughter as she saw her mother.
“Ugh~ Yeah~ Arrure~ It’s fun~ Our Seho~”
The son was babbling and laughing, as if he hadn’t started crying, and Sehwa was lying next to her and laughing quietly.
“Honey. I got milk powder.”
“Huh. Leave it there.”
As she bent down to look at the children’s faces, Sehwa began to cry.
“Ueeeeein!”
Hey! Why are you crying!
I didn’t do anything but why are you crying!
“Brother. I told them not to make scary faces.”
Naeun, who was shaking the baby bottle, looked at me with a cold expression.
“No… I didn’t really do anything. Did you just stare at me?”
“I just looked at it, but why is the child crying!”
I had already made a strange expression to play with you once before, and faced a catastrophe, I was treated like an ex-convict again.
“I feel sorry for Junnae.”
“Are you going to use profanity in front of the kids?”
Wrong 2 stacks.
Seeing Naeun’s eyes, I shut my mouth and slowly stepped back.
“Now~ Seho, let’s eat mama~”
Naeun, who feeds both formula and breast milk, holds Seho in her arms with a baby bottle.
My son sucked on the side well, perhaps because he was hungry.
The wiggling of the dainty toes was so cute that it drove me crazy.
“Go and hug Sehwa too. Brother.”
“…Does he cry even when I don’t do anything?”
“It’s because oppa won’t cry if he doesn’t make weird faces.”
Haa… You have to show it to believe it.
When I approached Sehwa who was lying quietly and put the child in her arms, Sehwa looked up at me as if nothing had happened.
“See! You’re quiet! Is it because Sehwa doesn’t do that?”
“…Sehwa. Isn’t this a different story?”
You. Am I macing that her mom is watching from her side? Now?
I apologized for making a strange face last time.
You can’t blame the kid for this.
“Brother. Do you want to feed Sehwa powdered milk?”
“I?”
“It’s not breast milk, and there’s no reason why my brother can’t give it to me.”
“I’m afraid I might do something wrong.”
“Don’t worry. Because I’m watching from the side.”
Naeun, who hugged Seho, handed over the baby bottle with one hand.
Slightly awkward posture.
As anyone can tell, I, a new father, started feeding Saehwa with powdered milk.
Roughly following Naeun’s usual pose, I glanced at her and she nodded her head as if Naeun was doing well.
My daughter must have been hungry as well, so I could see the milk in the bottle slowly diminishing.
“Hmm. Brother. Stop stop That’s enough.”
When I pulled the bottle out of Sehwa’s mouth, there was a popping sound.
“It makes a lot of noise.”
“You must be very hungry.”
After that, we played hard so that the children could fall asleep again.
Why do children love mobiles that only spin?
I was feeling a bit strange.
Eat well, play well, sleep well.
In fact, the heyday of our lives is probably the time of a newborn baby when we have no memory.
Although our couple’s sleep patterns were messed up and fatigue accumulated more and more, Naeun and I were doing our best as new moms and dads.
“Hwiyu… I had a hard time…”
After putting the kids back to sleep, I lay down on the sofa, and Naeun lay down with her head on my thigh.
“Your brother suffered too.”
But now that I’ve started sleeping, I should be fine for a few hours.
We had a moment to catch our breath.
“Your mother is there.”
Naeun, who has been spending a lot of time on the phone with her mother-in-law these days, used to tell her stories about her childhood.
“Huh.”
“I heard that I hardly ever cried as a baby.”
“Hyo-nyeo.”
“You look like your older brother.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t remember how much I cried, so I had nothing to argue with.
“Still, if the kids are tall, maybe it’s because of me.”
“That’s an acknowledgment.”
“If Seho becomes a big player, that’s thanks to me too.”
“Uh… I’m still a baby, do I really have to say that?”
I slightly raised my upper body and kissed Naeun’s forehead.
“Then what shall we talk about? We.”
“About my brother’s new work.”
In fact, it was now that the birth was over and the various urgent matters were almost over.
Childcare will continue to be busy, but to some extent, patterns and routines are taking their place.
The division of roles in housework between Naeun and me was also steadily divided.
“It’s my new work…”
Leaning her head on Naeun’s shoulder, I blurted out her words.
I think I said I wanted to write a sweet love story, but to be honest, since I got married, I hadn’t thought about a novel at all.
“What is it. Did you change your mind? Could it be that there will be a lot of dirty talk again this time?”
What’s so funny is Naeun who laughs alone.
“Why. Are you going to draw me again?”
“I’ll do it all for free this time.”
“Oh. Is that something dirty?”
“Is this illustration free?”
“Arthur. Then it feels like a public good.”
What porn site are you talking about? Hannah.
“Brother. It’s public property for my wife. What are you talking about?”
Naeun playfully pretends to cry.
Feeling embarrassed, I gripped her chest tightly.
“Brother. You know that’s not entirely your brother’s anymore, right?”
“To be honest these days, it feels like you’ve been confiscated by the kids, right?”
Naeun’s breasts, which existed only to satisfy my sexual desire, have now truly become a body organ that exists for children’s breast milk.
Is it just the breasts? Because I couldn’t have sex for at least a month after giving birth, I had no choice but to cry and eat mustard to live a sexless life.
“No way. Still, you’re almost there. I seem to be recovering quickly.”
“If you say you don’t regret it, that would be a lie.”
To be patient is to be patient, and to be sorry is to be regretful.
“Hmm… Then…”
Naeun looks at me with a strange gaze.
“Joe… It’s okay if it’s just a little bit…”
Talk like a shy girl.
However, the true intention behind it is just pervert itself.
Naeun lifted up the pajama top she was wearing.
A white bra visible beyond it.
When I slowly lowered the hook, pure white breasts were waiting for me.
“A bite?”
I buried my face in her chest as it was.
“Love! Hannah!”
I decided to write a novel.
Thinking about it now, it was a really good thing.
I often think
-My Illerenim (Complete)-
