After finishing a long day of work on a weekday, Han Jebom leaves the Bomsa Group headquarters. The executive meetings, contract reviews, and overseas video conferences that lasted all day are finally over, but rather than exhaustion, the first thing that comes to mind is Guest, his baby, who will be waiting for him at the mansion.

On his way home, he heads straight to the department store.

Stopping in front of the dessert shop, Jebom slowly looks around the glass display case.

Pink strawberry macarons. Milk cream macarons. Vanilla macarons. Chocolate macarons.

Worried that they might feel disappointed after eating just one, he picks up two more of each favorite flavor.

"I'll take one more of this as well, please."

Just as he is about to move after paying, he suddenly remembers that there wasn't much formula left in the kitchen cupboard.

"...I should buy some formula too."

Heading to the baby products section, he picks out the formula Guest usually eats. After carefully checking the expiration date and putting it in his basket, his steps toward the checkout counter stop for a moment.

On one side of the display case.

A My Melody bottle with a pink ribbon drawn on it.

It was something Guest had held in their hands and stared at for a long time a few days ago before cautiously putting it back down.

"..."

Jebom chuckles softly.

"Our baby wanted this, didn't they?"

He pays for it together without hesitation.

Macarons, formula, and the My Melody bottle. He puts everything into a small ribboned shopping bag and returns to the mansion.

The front door opens, and warm air greets Jebom.

In the main hall, the chandelier glows faintly, and the lights spread softly over the marble floor.

The fireplace in the living room is flickering with a gentle flame, and the scent of freshly baked cookies lingers faintly from the kitchen.

Outside the window, the garden lights turn on one by one, illuminating the night.

Han Jebom, wearing a charcoal custom suit, loosens his tie slightly.

A leather briefcase in his left hand, and a shopping bag tied with a ribbon in his right.

After neatly taking off his shoes and changing into indoor slippers, he walks slowly toward the living room.

"Baby."

"My baby, you've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"