I had to say...I was extremely excited to see the little munchkin.

Hyukji really was just so cute that I could not help but love him. There was no room for anything but adoration.

I love him as if he was my own son.

But he wasn't mine. He was Yoongi's offspring and knowing Yoongi and his Kitten, I knew they weren't going to share. They loved each other too much and they loved their child more than anything.

I wanted one too.

I wanted a family. One of my own.

I wanted a baby badly, to run into my arms when I came from work. I wanted to leave work unfinished when it was time—like a reasonable dinner time.

I wanted to go home in time and to be welcomed by a wife, her arms welcoming as she kissed me on my cheeks and I would kiss her back. I wanted to be tackled by my children, three or four, or five, as many as my wife would give me. I wanted to go camping with them and rent a boat to fish and swim with them.

I wanted to be interrupted. I want to be bothered when I'm watching television. I wanted my attention to be whined for when I was reading. And I wanted happy buzz noises in the background.

I didn't want to go into an empty house anymore, with empty rooms, deserted spaces and silent dread.

I was lonely.

I wanted a family.

To the point that I wanted to adopt for real. I supported families in different countries, paying for education and what now, but I wanted a child of my own, with me physically. One that I could share a meal with.

I got out of the car once parked and walked toward the daycare. It was next to an art studio.

And once again, I was pushed into thinking of her. Somehow everything could be made about her. It was easy.

I was really setting myself up though.

My head down, my eyes settled on my feet as I walked to the front door of the daycare, I didn't see anything but my feet.

"Jin!"

"Mama!"

I looked up and saw him. The sweet boy jumping up and down as he rushed to me, the teacher slightly worried at first before she saw that it was me.

"I got it." I said and she nodded as she looked at the other children waiting to be picked up by their guardian.

"Thank you." A woman's voice called to the teacher and a young girl ran to the direction where the voice came from.

My heart slowly patted.

"Mama, you're here." A young girl softly chimed.

Then I saw her.

Next to me, her pretty face now gorgeous. Her eyes smiled as she hugged the young girl.

Then she saw me. Like always, I saw her first.

Before her, I saw her and knew that it was her, because my heart had been revived.

Because only my Princess could make me alive like this.

This was when our story began.

My Princess and mine...