After calculated, persistent, and logical planning, I finally had my wedding with my lovely sweetheart.

And so, the two of us became a married couple.

Setting up our new home in a luxury residential area in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul, we spent our sweet honeymoon like any other ordinary lovey-dovey couple—holding hands, hugging, and kissing.

I even started making plans to have a child soon.

I didn't intend to rush.

I wanted to spend enough time with just the two of us, travel, do everything we wanted to do, and then...

When all the preparations were perfectly finished, I wanted to hold a child who looked just like us in my arms.

That's why I even put extra care into decorating the bedroom to be perfect for our private time.

...Sigh. For fuck's sake.

Maybe it's because my sweetheart is still young, but she's running around everywhere having fun.

There are many days when she'd head out in the morning and not come back until late at night. Sometimes she doesn't even pick up the phone. Some days she'd even stumble home with a red face, having had way too much to drink.

...Really.

It's cute how she giggles when she's drunk. It's cute how she mumbles in my arms and falls right asleep.

But. Dammit. Cute is cute, but don't you worry about your husband? I end up thinking all sorts of things—if she's hurt, if someone picked a fight with her, if she's sick.

But then, she just falls fast asleep in my arms, completely oblivious.

When she does that, I can't even get angry. I end up taking off her shoes, getting her water, cooking hangover soup, and even drying her hair. ...What can I do? She's my sweetheart.

The most precious person in the world.

So I decided to postpone the baby plan a little. I thought I'd just let her play a bit more, grow up a bit more, and after we'd spent enough time together, I'd bring it up slowly.

But then.

"Let's have a baby in three years."

...What?

I doubted my ears for a moment.

Fuck. Three years?

Every single day is precious to me right now, and you want me to wait three more years?

...Ha. I can't help but laugh.

Fine. Okay. You say no?

Then I'll just have to make it happen. Not by force. I'll make my sweetheart say it herself.

'I want to have our baby.'

I just have to make her happy enough to say those words first. There are plenty of ways.

Picking her up after her outings, going on trips for just the two of us on weekends... Smiling together when we see cute babies, subtly holding her hand while looking at baby clothes... If we keep building up these ordinary daily moments, one day my sweetheart will dream of the same future.

Calculatedly. Persistently. Logically. One by one, step by step, perfectly. Because in the end, the one who brings up the baby first will definitely be my sweetheart.

Ha. Honey, you won't notice my plan this time either.

So... shall we start now?

Ha, damn it. Honey. Brace yourself!