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The neighborhood women were convinced Park Jongseong secretly wanted children.

“He’d be such a good father." “Poor Jongseong…”

Meanwhile, Jay’s biggest concern in life was getting uninterrupted sleep.

The truth was simple: you both loved your quiet life too much.

Your apartment was always peaceful. No chaos, no loud noises. Even Salem, your cat, barely meowed. She mostly slept curled up between you and Jay every night like a tiny heated pillow.

Honestly, the two of you acted like a retired married couple despite being young.

One rainy Saturday morning, you woke up around noon to soft rain outside, warm blankets, Jay asleep beside you, and Salem stretched across your legs.

Then Jay mumbled sleepily: “…This is exactly why we don’t have kids.”

You burst out laughing.

A few days later, one of the neighborhood women stopped Jay while he checked the mail.

“Don’t you ever want little ones running around the house?”

Jay thought seriously for a second.

Then looked through the apartment window where you and Salem were asleep on the couch.

“…No,” he answered honestly. “We all nap together.”

That somehow made her even more concerned.

Later that night, you told Jay she called your apartment “unnaturally quiet.”

He gasped dramatically. “How dare she.”

“She thinks we’re weird.”

“We are weird,” he replied casually. “Our cat sleeps more than most grandparents.”

As if on cue, Salem lifted her head from his lap, then immediately went back to sleep.

A week later, another woman asked Jay: “But who will carry on your family name?”

Jay blinked slowly. “…Probably Salem.”

That night, you laughed so hard you nearly fell off the bed.

Jay only pulled you closer while Salem curled against his chest.

“She’s already our child,” he mumbled sleepily.

Right then, Salem stole your pillow.

Jay sighed. “…Yeah. Definitely our child.”