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Chapter 20 - And Then There Were Three

Dear diary,

Who knew three could feel like a galaxy?

I used to think love was butterflies, hallway kisses, and late-night diary rants. But it turns out... love is also changing diapers at 3 a.m. with a sleep-deprived boyfriend who puts the baby's socks on her hands.

"They're mittens now, Eun-ji. Trust the process," Min-jun whispered like some baby fashion guru.

Ha-neul let out a squeaky giggle, and my heart did that annoying thing where it melts into a puddle of goo.

It had been a week since our pink jellybean arrived.

A week of:

Min-jun panic-calling the doctor over every little sneeze.

Me forgetting whether I brushed my hair (or teeth).

Friends barging in with casseroles, wipes, and unsolicited parenting advice.

One time, Dae-hyun offered to "babysit like a bro," and we found him asleep with the baby snuggled on his chest, both snoring in perfect harmony.

Even Na-ra cried the first time she held Ha-neul.

"I don't like babies... but this one's an icon."

Min-seo already tried teaching her the alphabet. At one week old.

Hye-jin was on another level.

She brought a "Baby's First Tiara" and threatened to cry if I didn't let Ha-neul wear it.

But in between the chaos, midnight feedings, spit-up explosions, and lullabies sung off-key...

There were moments.

Soft, golden, quiet ones.

Like when Min-jun kissed my forehead and whispered,

"We made magic, Eun-ji."

And when I watched him rock her to sleep, humming softly, eyes filled with wonder and exhaustion.

Sometimes we just lay on the bed, baby in the middle, both of us holding her hands.

No words.

Just breath.

Just love.

Just... us.

The world still spun, mystery journals still sat in drawers, and the stars still whispered secrets.

But for now?

Our greatest adventure wasn't hidden in moonlight or wrapped in riddles.

It was right here.

With spit-up on my shirt.

A sleepy baby beside me.

And the boy I once loved from afar, snoring with his arm around us both.

We were no longer just Eun-ji and Min-jun.

We were a family.

And honestly?

I wouldn't change a single moment.

Even the weird mitten socks.

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