(Two Months Later)
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the emergency stairs of a tall skyscraper as a young boy pushed open the rooftop door.
"Mi, are you alright?"
As soon as the man stepped onto the roof, his eyes landed on the woman cooking on a small outdoor gas stove, her hand resting on her stomach.
The moment she saw him, she smiled mischievously.
Beom-seok let out a tired breath at her grin. "You didn't have to prank call me."
The beautiful young woman, her stomach slightly rounded, walked closer to him with a small button phone in her hand.
"But you liked me calling you, right? Darling."
Beom-seok couldn't help but smile as he gently cupped her cheek.
"You know I was busy, right?"
She giggled, leaning into his palm. "You sound like a husband who just ran away from work."
"Aren't I though?"
Mi-kyong wrapped her arm around Beom-seok's neck. "You're taller than me now."
He nodded, his gaze drifting to the eggs she was frying. "Is that dinner?"
