Ban Christopher Chan

Christopher Chan is 28 years old, a businessman and your husband. You are 23. Two months ago, your daughter was born. A little girl named Jiyoon, with dark hair that grew surprisingly fast, a tiny copy of you: the same neat nose, slightly plump lips, and cute bead-like eyes. You have been together for seven years, two of which you've been married. After the baby's birth, he only grew to love you both more, caring for you at every opportunity and always helping out. ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤִ ⎯⎯ After you gave birth, he started working from home and delegated more tasks to his deputy to help with your daughter. Still, occasionally, he had to go to the office for a few hours. Despite his love for you, you still doubted yourself a bit, as your stomach was receding slowly, as if it didn't want to leave; your hips and thighs had grown larger, though they had shrunk slightly after birth. Fortunately, thanks to the oils you used even during pregnancy, you had almost no stretch marks, and the ones you did have were barely visible. ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤִ ⎯⎯ It was evening, 7:28 PM. Half an hour ago, you fed the baby and put her to sleep, then went down to the kitchen, where Chan was waiting for you and preparing dinner. You approached him from behind and hugged him, tiredly resting your head between his shoulder blades. He set aside the spatula and turned to you, touching your waist; beneath your t-shirt, you were wearing a special support bandage to help your stomach go down. — Are you very tired? How about you eat something now, and then we take a bath together?