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In good times and in bad

A/N: Hi everyone! I feel like writing and editing today because I am desperately missing BinJin but am also glad they are spending family time together. To cope, I shall write.

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"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!"

She harrumphed her frustration and locked herself in their master suite bathroom. She didn't often give in to complaining because she was a fighter and resilience was one of her strongest traits, one that served her well in her 20 years in acting. She often focused on solutions and how she could get out of a problem or she knew enough just to ride out a bad day.

However, these days there was that added challenge of her hormones suddenly hitting her when she least expects it, especially when she feels overwhelmed with how her life has changed in the past year or so.

She sighed as she bent and splash water on her face.

Looking up at the mirror, she rolled her eyes at her reflection - her hair that was tied into a messy bun was more mess than bun, she had dark circles under her eyes and her shirt had spit on one side and milk in another, along with dog hairs all over her skirt.

As she walked to her closet to select a change of clothes, she sank down and closed her eyes to release some of the tightness she was feeling.

Today was not a good day.

Their baby boy started the day fussy for reasons they could not understand. First, they were worried that he caught a bug and was feeling ill, but he wasn't running a temperature. He was big enough now and would avoid attempts to check him, even if he was carried, so it made the whole process even more difficult.

"It might be gas," was the advise of their ever wise mothers. "You've introduced bottle feeding, right?"

For some reason, that triggered her to pick a fight with her husband, who was in charge of this task. "Did you check the bottle before you fed him?"

"I did," came his even toned response.

"Then, what happened?" She snapped. "Look at him. He keeps crying."

"I don't know. I checked," her husband said, holding the baby gently and stroking his hair.

Somehow, his calm in spite of the fuss was annoying her. At the back of her mind, she knew she was being unfair. Her husband was as new to this parenting thing as much she was and he was following the same advice she had been given. But sometimes babies had needs that you had to learn how to decode. That was no one's fault. It was part of the journey. However, that rational thought did not stop her from being annoyed.

"I'll just follow Eomeoni's advice. We'll be in the room." But as she stomped off with the baby in her arms, her son started crying and reaching for his father. Her little bean had been getting to know his father again after the month apart because of work and she just couldn't bear not to give in. Handing the baby over, she narrowed her eyes at no one in particular, "Fine, I'll bring Kitty to the garden."

Probably sensing her terrible mood, their maltese pup showed her preference by following her husband around as well, thwarting any attempts to be carried. It wasn't really preference for her husband, she knew. It was wanting to be close to their son. The puppy was already acting like a guard dog to her brother and preferred to be close to him.

Frowning, she stomped her feet and let out a frustrated breath. "Fine. I'll take a shower."

Which is how she ended up in the bathroom, huffing and puffing and stomping and ranting.

The hot shower did wonders and as she scrubbed her skin and hair clean, she slowly felt better as well. She also started to feel guilty about her outburst, then sad that she wasn't being a great wife and partner to this man she chose to marry.