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Your Kid Gets Jealous | Kang Younghyun

You sat up on the bed with your back pressed against the headboard behind you. You stared down lovingly at your newest born in your arms, who was happily drinking milk from your breasts. You trailed your finger across his cheek soothingly, your lips pointing up into a smile. “You’re doing so well, baby.” You encouraged.

The door opened, and in came your husband with your three year old on his hip. Your son rubbed at his eyes tiredly, a yawn escaping his swollen lips. Brian smiled at his son’s sleepy state, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he sat down on the bed with him in his lap. Your son leaned his head against his father’s chest, turning his attention to his mother and little sister. Brian’s hands sneaked underneath his son’s pajama shirt to rub at his bare back— something your son absolutely adored, especially early in the morning.

“Hey, baby,” You greeted him, looking down at him with a smile. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Daddy was being too loud.” He whined, making Brian softly chuckle, pressing a kiss to the boy’s messy bedhead. “And I needed to go potty.”

“He was being loud, wasn’t he?” You joked, earning a glare from your husband. “But hey, did you end up going to the bathroom?” Your son nodded and cuddled further into his father’s chest for more warmth. Brian squeezed him tighter to his body, his long fingers drawing various shapes along the boy’s skin. “That’s my good boy.”

“Is she eating well?” Brian asked you, stretching his neck to look at your daughter.

“Yeah, for the most part. She’s half asleep, but she’s still sucking, so.” You shrugged. Your son’s eyebrows furrowed, and he sat up on his father’s lap. This caught your guys’ attention. The young boy leaned forward to see what the two of you were talking about.

“What’s sissy doing?” He asked curiously.

“She’s eating, bubba. Member’ what we told you? Sissy isn’t old enough to eat the food you eat, yet.” Brian informed him, his hands still rubbing at the boy’s back.

“It doesn’t look like she’s eating,” Your son said quietly. “She just looks like she’s kissing mommy’s boobies.”

His comment made you and Brian crack up with laughter, only making the toddler upset with the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment. “Baby,” You managed between laughs. “She’s drinking the milk out of mommy’s boobs. That’s how she eats.”

“But I don’t eat like that..” He said, his shoulders slumping. “Mommy doesn’t let me drink her milk..”

His words made your heart to ache, but you couldn’t help but giggle. “You used to drink my milk, too, but you were too little to remember. Now it’s sissy’s turn.”

Brian tried his hardest not to burst out laughing, knowing it would only upset his son more. “But I want to drink milk like sissy.”

You looked at Brian hopelessly, making him clear his throat and look back at the boy in his lap. “You’re too old to drink mommy’s milk, kiddo. You’re a big boy, now— remember? You are a big boy, aren’t you?” He spoke gently to his son, his heart somewhat breaking at how heartbroken his son seemed. “If you really want milk, daddy will go get you some from the kitchen. Would you like that?” Brian tried.

“No,” He huffed, crossing his little arms over his chest. “I want mommy’s milk. Not kitchen milk. It don’t taste the same. And I want to be like sissy!”

“You’re too old, honey. I’m sorry.” You gave him an unapologetic smile, unsure of what to do at this point.

“And hey, I bet you she wants to be just like her big brother. You get to do cool stuff that she doesn’t. Like, you get to eat big-boy food, have playdates with your friends, go to daycare, you can read and spell your name. You can do a bunch of awesome stuff that she can’t do, so she probably feels the same way about you. Her cool big brother.” Brian told him before digging his fingers into his sides, making the boy squeal and throw himself into his father’s chest. You smiled at your boys, your heart swelling with pride.

“Do you really think so, daddy?” He asked once more after he had stopped tickling him. Brian smiled at him before placing both hands onto his cheeks.

“I know so,” He said, making the boy smile and nuzzle his face into his dad’s palms. “Now give daddy a kiss.”

The boy giggled and leaned forward, allowing his father to peck his lips. “Can I go play now, daddy?” He asked before Brian agreed, helping him down onto the floor. You two watched the boy run out of the bedroom with large smiles on your faces.

“Well, that was awkward.” You sighed heavily, throwing your head back and exhaling deeply. Brian laughed and scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he watched his daughter eat.

“It’s just the age, baby,” He told you, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder as his thumb rubbed at your other one. “But hey, can you really blame him? I mean, I’m kind of jealous, too, honestly.” You rolled your eyes at his joke, shaking your head.

“Shush it, brat.”