《Dainty; YoonTae》Careful There, Hon | Pt. 2
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Yoona groggily gets up, almost hitting her head on the side of the nightstand.
Taeyeon who was asleep and was normally a deep sleeper, stirs awake.
"Yeobo?" Taeyeon mutters, her voice deep and hoarse since shw just woke up. Duh.
"Nayoon's awake, I'll go get her." Yoona mumbles, slipping on her slippers.
Taeyeon rubs her eyes, sitting up on the bed, yawning. "Oh no no, I'll get her. It's my.." Taeyeon yawns again. "turn.."
Yoona shakes her head, "you're tired from work Taeyeon-ah. I'll do it, okay?"
Taeyeon gets pff the bed, npt even bothering to wear her slippers, the cold floor making her shudder a little. "It's okay.."
Yoona sighs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Let's go. We can both attend to her."
"Hmm. Okay." Taeyeon gets up and Yoona quickly gets out, Nayoon's room was only beside theirs.
Yoona immediately flicks the light on, she slightly squints getting used to the bright scene.
She goes to the crib, immediately greeted by the sight of their baby girl crying and wailing. She picks her up while Taeyeon, who seemed to be slipping out of her sleepy daze was making her milk.
"Nayoonie-ah.." Yoona cooes, rocking the baby in her arms. "You hungry or did you dirty your pamps? Hmm?" Yoona checks the baby's pampers and sighs in relief when it was clean. "Nayoonie's hungry.. Sshh.. Mommy Tae is on it," she continues rocking the baby until Taeyeon was finished, handing the bottle over to Yoona.
Nayoon sucks on her bottle, her cries immediately dying down.
Taeyeon smiles, "she looks so much like you, yeobo."
Yoona who was putting their child back to the crib, chuckles. "Really? I thought she looked more like you."
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Taeyeon shakes her head, smiling. "Nah, she has your eyes. Those beautiful eyes.."
"Flatterer." Yoona chuckles.
"Mommy.." Taeyeon turns her head to the door, where Taehyung was, tear tracks on his face.
Taeyeon immediately goes over to her son. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Taehyung nodded, new tears starting to roll down his beautiful ethereal cute face (okay titigil na), "A-a m-monster was chasing me."
Taeyeon immediately scoops her son up in her arms, "it's pkau sweetie. Mommy's here. The monster won't get to you now."
Taeyeon feels blissed.
Happy.
Even if she was so damn tired. Like boi, she worked her ass off today okay?
But when she's iwth her family, assisting Yoona in raising their kids, just spending time with them.. All her hardwork just really pays off and the tiredness goes away.
Yoona sends them a soft smile as she attended to Nayoon. Taeyeon smiles back.
Taeyeon knew it was really hard to raise a family.
But she loves them. So whatever.
And she has Yoona with her, that fine woman who gave birth twice, yet still looks like a goddess. And also willingly married her even if she was a dorky mess.
When Taehyung fell asleep on her shoulder, she sends Yoona a look, who immediately understands.
She heads to Taehyung's room, that was strawberry themed, the boy loved steawberries too much.
She sets her son down his bed, Taehyung stirs a little but doesn't wake up, she pulls the cover over her son, leaving a soft kiss on hus forehead. "Goodnight Taehyungie."
"I'm so lucky." She hears Yoona say from the doorway.
Taeyeon slips her hand around Yoona's waist, cuddling to her.
"We're both lucky, hon." She whispers. "How's Nayoon? She asleep?"
"Yeah.."
"Let's go to sleep, I'm tired."
"Lezgoo~"
And even if Taehyung threw a fit that morning regarding his pancakes who didn't have enough butter and Nayoon shat her new onesie and Yoona almost burned the garden. Taeyeon still loved them.
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