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"Do you regret it?" a voice whispered.

The bedroom was shrouded in darkness, covered by shadows created from illusions of light. It was cold outside, December in Seoul, and the coolness had crept into the bedroom, making the tile floor icy to the touch. Blankets were piled high on the bed in an effort to keep the chilliness at bay. One of the people of the bed shifted slightly at the sound of the voice, the sound ringing in her ears after disturbing the stillness that nighttime provided. "Are you still awake?" she asked softly.

"Hmm," was her bedmate's reply. She could tell by the sound that he was facing her rather than the wall, but she kept her back to him instead turning her face toward his.

"You should sleep. You have to get up early in the morning," was her curt response. She stilled herself and made her breathing deeper, giving the appearance of sleep without actually succumbing to it.

"I know you're awake," Yoon said a few moments later. "You didn't answer my question," he continued after a pause.

Meahri refused to respond, but couldn't help but sigh deeply at his words.

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you," he told her gently. "I'm still learning to be a husband."

She fussed with the blanket in agitation, but refused to turn to him instead she let out another sigh that demonstrated her frustration with him and the situation.

"You should have known I would worry."

She didn't move.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She shifted silently, plumping her pillow quickly before laying her head back down on it.

"I'm worried about you." Yoon realized, perhaps for the first time, just how big the bed was and how far away she seemed. For the first time in a long time there was physical distance between them. It made him feel alone.

"I love you," he let out with a sigh of his own. After he was greeted with silence, he shifted so that his back was to her and he was staring at the wall.

Yoon felt something move in the bed and was aware Meahri had turned to him when he felt her breath on the back of his neck. She stayed there for a few moments, still, until she decided to begin talking.

"Are you Im Tae San that I have to tell you where I am at every moment? I don't want or need another guardian," she let out in frustration before silencing herself. She took a few deep breaths and then continued. "I left you a voicemail. And you should know that I can take care of myself."

"I know," was his soft response when she refused to continue. "But that doesn't mean I don't worry." When Yoon received no answer, he turned over so that for the first since they had climbed into the bed that night, they were face to face. He studied her features as well as he could in the darkness, memorizing every curve and crevice, committing it to memory. "What are you really angry about?" Yoon finally questioned.

Meahri was silent, and he could see in the shadows that her jaw was set in a firm line. At last, after what seemed like an eternity she answered him. "You are not new at being a husband. You are not learning to be a husband. You are learning to be my husband."

Yoon blinked a few times after he heard that statement, trying to puzzle it out. Then he realized that she was referring to the one thing she never referenced or spoke of since their wedding. He had been another woman's husband once. "But I have never been in this situation before. I was so worried about you, and you came home so late, and you went to a club…."

"I didn't deserve to be treated like a child," Meahri interrupted him. "I am not a child."

"You're right," he said after a moment's hesitation. "You're not a child. But you're my wife. And I have never been in this situation before."

"You should not have yelled at me. And," she lingered on the word before continuing, "you should have let me explain. My youth is not an excuse to treat me poorly."

"I know."

"I might be young, but I am still your wife," she repeated. "And I know how hard this love was. I wouldn't throw it away for the world. But before you said you loved me, you told me to chase my dreams. I didn't know the meeting was going to be at a club."

"I'm sorry," Yoon told her. He moved his hand toward her in the darkness and brushed his fingertips against her cheek, surprised to find wetness there. "Are you crying?" he asked gently, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

She sniffled. "It's been happening a lot lately."

When the tears stopped, he asked her, "Did you get the job? Working at the handbag company?"

"Hmm. I start as an assistant in two weeks. It's not a designing job, but it's a start."

"We should celebrate this weekend," he said. "Is there somewhere you want to go?"

She thought for a minute. "Can we go to the ocean? I want to enjoy the beach before…"

"Yes, before," he echoed. The palm of his hand rested on her cheek and he could feel her smile. His heart rose, but when he thought about her words, it sunk again.

"I have never," he cleared his throat and then started again. "I have never been in this situation before. Not with…anyone."

"I know," she answered. "And we knew that our ages would be an obstacle to overcome. I used to be nothing more than a child to you."

"It was wrong of me to assume you went clubbing when you said where you were and how late you came in. But that's not what I was talking about." His hand, when had been resting on her cheek moved under the blankets until he could feel the thin linen of her nightgown. His hand stopped at the small swell of her belly.

"That's why you were worried," let out Meahri in understanding. "I wouldn't do anything that would cause any problems….there."

"I know. In my heart of hearts, I know. But that still doesn't stop me from worrying."

She put a hand to her own belly and rested it on his. The feel of the cool metal of her wedding ring was a reassuring comfort and a reminder. "I know how hard this love was to gain. I would never do anything to risk everything we worked for." The pair was still for a while before Meahri let out a small giggle. "I was upset because I thought you were treating me like a child when you were just worried about our child." She giggled again. "Welcome to fatherhood," she told him.

"Ay, what do with you," he moaned at her giggles. Suddenly, Yoon moved his hand her shoulders and flipped her around until her back was to his chest and his arms were wrapped around her, holding her close.

Meahri sighed in contentment. "My dream is coming true," she said softly in the darkness. "I have my husband and a child and soon I'll be designing purses. No, I don't regret anything."

Yoon answered her with a snore, already asleep, entrenched in the peace and contentment that came from having her near him. Meahri merely snuggled closer.