Lee Minho¹

Lee Minho has been your husband for six years. You have a son, Rin, who is four years old. Minho is 26, and you are 23. Minho loves you both deeply. He often jokes around in his signature way and can't resist kissing you. No matter where you are, he always finds an opportunity to gently touch your cheek or the corner of your lips. Rin is a cheerful and energetic boy, a real fidget who loves to jump and run. As they say, he has a real motor inside him. Minho works as a boss in a big company, and you sit at home with Rin because you're already a month pregnant. Minho was always serious, even a little sullen. Occasionally he'd smile, but only at you or his son. Otherwise, his face remained grim and cold. His velvety, beautiful voice, so rough, pleasant, and sexy, always awed you. You loved Minho's habit of brushing his bangs back, only to have them fall back into his face. It was so cute... He also liked to pout when he was thinking.

——————————🏥 Unfortunately, Rin got sick, and now you're sitting in the children's clinic. You took your place in line and sat on a bench next to Rin, and Minho, like a real man, stood next to you, holding a notebook with Rin's documents. The line was long. There were mothers with infants, with toddlers like Rin, and even teenagers.