41 Epilogue

Yoongi's POV

Walking into the entrance to my home dressed in head-to-toe in Tom Ford. Looking every bit the part of a powerful CEO. The first thing I do is slip on a pair of house shoes and tiptoe to the back of the house and into my room to change. Carrying my Tom Ford double strap boots in my hand. Stripping off my suit and tie and replacing them with my Dad uniform. Once I am in my sweat and tee shirt I have effectively put away Yoongi the CEO and Suga away for the night. Right now I get to be my favorite person Yoongi the father and husband.

Not many people ever see me this relaxed, but I don't need to be on guard for anything more than a flying toy. I can hear my boys way before I see them. The youngest members of my family are by far the loudest and most opinionated. But there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. The boys are now fourteen months old and so much has changed. They can climb like monkeys and walk with confidence. They communicate with each other in their own little language. They can say a few words now very clearly. Like mama and dada but also yes and no. They don't always use them correctly but they use them.

Standing in the doorway to the room I look to see what kind of chaos is waiting for me. My dad is sitting on the floor with the boys with tears streaming down his face. Dae-Jung has a fist full of my dad's beard and is using it to bring his face closer to his little one so they can talk. Dae-Hyun is squealing with laughter bouncing and clapping his hands as he watches his brother with his grandfather. I walk into the room making my way over to help my father. "Don't help him. He can do it. Isn't that right love?" The smile on her face is enough to get me to redirect myself to the vacant sliding chair in the room. My father attempts to shoot my mother a dirty look from the ground. Must be hard since Dae-Hyun now has a fist full of his chain.

I have never seen anyone smile while being attacked before, but he is. "Yoongi, get out." Looking up at my mother she must be able to tell I am confused. She pulls me up out of my chair by my hand and begins to push me towards the door. "Go spend some time with your wife. The old man's got this." I don't need to be told twice. Walking out of the boys' room I can hear my dad calling me a trader. "And who are you calling old woman?!?!"

I love my father, but he made her made on his own. Besides, it's not like he never left me on my own to deal with my mom. She has that 'I'm teaching a lesson' look on he face. I am not in the mood to learn a lesson, but I am in the mood to be with my wife. I am not about to pass up a chance to spend time alone with her. Leaving my father with my mother to face the music. I leave to go look for my wife.

I find her in the kitchen setting the table for two. I could smell the roasted chicken and vegetables on the table before I saw it. She set the table with candles tonight. It set the mood and made the night feel more intimate. It feels fantastic to have her to myself, at least for a little while. I love our boys, but they take so much of her time that I am lucky if we even share a bed. There have been plenty of nights that I had to carry her to bed from the nursey. Pulling her chair out for her before I sat at the table to enjoy the meal she made.

"Thank you, Angel. This smells amazing." We try to eat together every night. But we rarely get the chance to take our time to savor the meal. Taking my first bite of chicken, I almost danced with enjoyment. The flavors exploded in my mouth just like my wife would be later. "You don't need to be so extra sir, but you're welcome." Laughing at me she looks beautiful. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like this. She smiles at the boys and me all the time but it always looks a little tired. "How was work?" The last thing I want is to do is have small talk. I want to bend her over the table and work on a sibling. I'm not sure how long we are going to have a babysitter and I don't want to waste a second. But I'm going to let her have this moment.

"It was a pretty decent day. I got a few loose ends tied up. However, we still have some numbers that are not adding up on a proposal that was turned in today." She nods and offers up a few suggestions. She begins to tell me about her day with the boys today. I nod at the appropriate times but I'm not really paying attention. For the first time in days, I can sit and look my fill at her. With her hair thrown up in some kind of frizzy fluffy bun. She is dressed in her new go-to outfit of leggings and a stained tee shirt.

A few years ago this look would have been the biggest turn-off to me, but not anymore. This look is a turn-on because I know it is all me. She wears legging s because they are easy to change. I love it cause they come off easy for a quickie in the kitchen. That stained shirt shows me she takes care of my kids while I'm at work to support our family. What is sexier than that? To be honest my shirt has matching stains that refuse to come out, yellow spit-up stains from the boys.

I appreciate nights like these way more than I did before the boys were born. This is an ideal way to spend my night. I never thought that I could be this happy filling my nights with quiet dinners with my wife. I look forward to putting my boys to bed and spending my nights with the same women. I have been thinking about making more babies with Kelis. I am truly happy with where I am in my life. I thought I was happy before, being single. I wasn't I was just passing time. I love my wife and my boys. I have no idea where or who I would be without them. They complete me in ways I didn't know I needed to be completed.

We finish our meal and she stands and begins to clear the table. I grab her about the waist as she begins to load the dishwasher. Kissing her neck as she attempts to rinse the dishes. "Let me load the dishwasher." She turns in my arms and kisses me before moving out of the way so I can load the dishwasher.

Kelis's POV

When my in-laws came by unannounced offering to sit with the boys so I could do whatever I wanted and maybe have a quiet dinner with Yoongi. I jumped on the opportunity to take a nap and then tidy the house. As the boys got older spending time with Yoongi got easier, but not having to pay attention for a while is priceless. Spending a quiet evening with Yoongi feels wonderful. The boys take up so much of my time that we just don't get too much alone time.

After our kiss, he loads the dishwasher while I wipe down the counters and the table. He sweeps the floor and pulls me into my happy place, his arms. We share another more passionate kiss. Groaning a little he pulls away a bit placing a small amount of distance between us. "I love Kelis, but I miss them." He follows his words up with a sweet kiss on my forehead. Taking my hand he leads the way to the boys' room. "We need should go play with the boys, before we make another baby in the kitchen."

I laughed and followed him out of the kitchen. "I am on birth control, remember." He turns to face me and the look in his eyes told me he planned to test how well it worked soon. "No, I haven't forgotten." Smiling he kisses again before we walk into the boys' room. I notice that my father-in-law is talking to Dae-Jung that his grandfather's beard is not for pulling. Even though he was currently pulling it. My mother-in-law on the other hand was getting kisses from Dae-Hyun.

Looking up from his little abuser, Mr. Min comments, "I know my grandson gets his bad manners from you Yoongi. So, Kelis please teach him I am to be loved and not abused." Yoongi shrugs his shoulders not bothered in the least by his father's comment. "I will do my best," I say as he hands me Junggie.

"My boys and I have great manners, thank you very much." He takes Hyunnie from his laughing mother. "Don't mind him. He is just mad that he lost a few hairs from that scraggly beard of his. I think the boys noticed it was lopsided and tried to help him fix it." I tried my best not to laugh at the scowl he sent to the other two. I can only describe their laughter as howling. I mean his beard is a little thin but not all men can have lumberjack beards.

"Ethel doesn't think it looks lopsided. I think you're just mad she thinks it looks good." That stopped her laughter right away, as I am sure he knew it would. He reached for her hand and she snatched it away from him. He just grabbed her arm by the elbow and pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. The harder she fought to pull away from him the bigger he smiled. Taking far too much pleasure in her misery.

"That old hussy is half-blind and closer to death than she even knows." Laughing her pulls her in close to him and says, "Jealous?" Then whispers something in her ear too low for me to hear, but it made her blush. She began to smile and hold his hand as he guided her out of our home.

"He knows she has never like Mrs. Ethel." He shaking his head as he smiled at his parent retreating forms. Placing our son in his crib as he changes him into his pajamas. As I dressed our other son for bed I asked him a question. "I wonder how they can look at each other like that and you still be an only child." He looked a little sickly but he did answer. "Ewww I don't want to think about that." Laughing and shaking my head. I know this man saw what I did. "But if you mush know. My mom said I was all she ever wanted. She didn't think she could love another child as she loved me."

I bet he was a handful and she didn't want to risk another handful. But the more I thought about it she has six other boys she has collected along the way. Yep, he was a handful, she loves all her boys the same. " do you think we will be that happy when we get older?" He kissed Hyunnie and places him on his back to sleep. I honestly don't know why, ever since the boys learned to roll over we always find them on their tummy in the morning.

"We will be much happier." He comes over closer to Junggie and kisses him too before turning out the light in their room. "We don't have a meddlesome Mrs. Ethel." I giggle and kiss him before grabbing his hand to lead him to our room so the boys can sleep. I turn on the night light that displays stars and planets on their ceiling. Looking back behind me I check on my sleeping boys before allowing him to pull me into our room to test my birth control.