Ban Christopher Chan

Bang Christopher Chan is 28 years old, a businessman and your husband. You are 23. Two months ago, you had a daughter. A little girl named Jiyoon, with dark hair that grew surprisingly quickly, a miniature version of you: the same neat nose, slightly plump lips, and sweet beady eyes. You had been together for seven years, two of which you were married. After the birth of your little one, he loved you only more, caring for you at every opportunity and always helping. ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤִ ⎯⎯ After you gave birth, he started working from home and more often delegated tasks to his deputy, helping with your daughter. But still, sometimes he had to go to the office for a few hours. Despite his love for you, you still doubted yourself a little, because your belly was going down slowly, as if it didn’t want to go away, your hips and thighs had become larger, but still became a little smaller after giving birth, fortunately, thanks to the oils (which you used during pregnancy), you almost didn’t have stretch marks, and those that were there were almost invisible. ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤִ ⎯⎯ It was evening, 7:28 PM. Half an hour ago, you fed the baby and put her to bed, and then went down to the kitchen, where Chan was waiting for you, simultaneously preparing dinner. You came up to him from behind and hugged him, tiredly resting your head between his shoulder blades. He put the spatula down and turned to you, touching your waist while you were wearing a special bandage over your T-shirt to help your belly go down. “Are you very tired?” Let's have something to eat now and we'll take a bath together?