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✨ Littles' concern✨

Bold - English
Normal - Korean
Italics - Chinese
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A year later,

"Hi.." Nara greeted softly as Sungchan and Yangyang emerged from their room, eyes still half-closed, shuffling toward her in their sleepy state. She was nestled into a bean bag with a book in hand, having kept herself occupied while waiting for the kids to wake from their nap. "Did you guys have a good nap?" she asked gently, her tone warm and soothing.

The two Littles instinctively snuggled up beside her on the bean bag, their sleepy faces pressed against her sides, and nodded in response. Nara giggled at the adorable sight, smoothing out their tousled bed hair with a tender touch. "Are the others still sleeping?" she asked, her voice quiet to maintain the serene atmosphere.

"They're still asleep, except for Roro-chan. He's just sitting on the bed with his eyes closed," Yangyang mumbled on behalf of his bedmate, his voice still drowsy. Nara nodded, understanding, and continued to gently run her fingers through their hair, offering a sense of calm and comfort as they slowly woke up.

"Do you guys want some milk?" Nara asked softly after a few minutes, her voice filled with warmth. Sungchan and Yangyang nodded, settling down next to the bean bag, watching their favourite animated show, Bluey. Just as Nara was about to head to the pantry, the sound of Jisung's cries echoed through the room, making her change direction and head toward the little one instead.

"Andy..." she called out gently as she entered the room, her voice soothing Jisung's cries. The moment he heard her, the two-year-old broke into giggles, his tears quickly forgotten. "Hi, Baby~" Waking Shotaro up after hearing her voice and he greeted her.

"Hi, Mama," Haechan greeted sleepily from his bed, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. The sound stirred Renjun, who began to wake up too. Nara offered them a warm smile as she ruffled their bed hair, making sure they were comfortable before turning her attention to Jisunggie. "Mama, can Channie and Junnie and Roro have milky?" Haechan asked with a hopeful tone.

Nara chuckled softly, nodding at the request. "Mama was just about to make some for Gigi and Sunggie. Why don't you join them and watch Bluey while I go get your milk, okay?" she suggested gently. The three four-year-olds nodded slowly, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they shuffled out to join Sungchan and Yangyang, leaving Nara and Jisung in the room.

With a tender smile, Nara picked up Jisung, cradling him close as she headed to the pantry, preparing milk for her still-sleepy sons. Once she was done, she skillfully balanced the bottles while still carrying Jisung, handing them out to the Littles. She gently set Jisung down, and he toddled over to sit next to Yangyang, the two snuggling close as they drank their milk together. Renjun and Jisung already handed their baba to her before settling down with their drinks.

"Mama~" Chenle's small voice called out as he was the last to emerge, running toward Nara. She crouched down with open arms, embracing the three-year-old warmly. He snuggled into her, sleepily fiddling with the hem of her collar, a habit that always comforted him. "Lele, do you want some milk?" she asked gently, but he shook his head, his eyes already drifting closed as he fell back into a slumber.

Nara cradled Chenle close, carrying him back to the bean bag and letting him continue his nap in her arms. Meanwhile, the other Littles finished their milk and dutifully placed their empty bottles in the sink, with Haechan and Yangyang helping Sungchan and Jisung with theirs. Afterward, they gathered around for a quiet reading or story time, their little voices soft as they listened to Nara's soothing narration, while Chenle napped peacefully against her chest.

"Mama... Are you and Baba going to get married?" Haechan suddenly asked, his curiosity cutting through the quiet after story time ended, making Nara chuckle softly. She glanced down at him with a gentle smile. "Why do you ask, Channie?" she replied, brushing a hand through his hair. The toddler just shrugged, looking thoughtful.