Chapter 302: On the phone with family

Taesan’s POV

Seoha cries so much that I’m starting to get worried for him.

How does he even have any fluids left in his little body?

Does he have a secret fountain inside of him? Did he drown in his past life and is expelling all the water by crying this much? Or did he fall into a pool when he was little?

We are sitting under a tree at the back of the Hwang home, and he’s still crying.

He has been crying since we found out the genders of our twins, and it’s getting fucking concerning now.

"Yah..." I say softly.

"Two boys" he cries, mouth open and tears streaming down his face.

Can I shut him up by shoving my... No. I’m learning to be a responsible and loving man.

I lift him from my side and place him on my lap. With his back against my chest, I start to caress the swell of his baby bump.

The babies still have a few more months to go. Three months to be exact, yet their mother’s belly is this big.

Beautiful...my omega is fucking beautiful.

"Stop crying" I murmur against his ear, dipping my head to kiss the spot under the small shell of his ear.

"We have to think of baby names" he says, sniffling in an attempt to hold himself together.

He’s too cute.

I hate the word cute, but when it comes to him and Sooin, I will embrace the word and use it proudly.

"Hmm...what do you want to name them?" I ask him, more interested in the curve of his belly and how I can keep him like this in the near future.

"Haneul?" he asks and I scowl.

"Isn’t that the former Lord Hwang’s name?"

"No...to honor your mom, Haseul and Haneul" Seoha sniffles and starts to cry again.

Fuck.

If he keeps crying like this...I might lose my head. I hate seeing him in pain but how he sounds right now is a bit suggestive.

Oh...right, I have to focus on the pups’ names.

"Let’s not talk about names anymore, do you want to talk to Minjae?" I ask and he nods, lifting himself off my chest.

"But I don’t have my phone, and you don’t have your phone" he says, sounding like he’s on the verge of crying. Again.

"Stop crying. I have Noona’s phone here" I murmur.

I pick up the phone from the floor and dial the number saved as ’Junho Kang Taesan Righthand Man’.

Kang Taerin lacks imagination.

"Don’t cry, hmm?" I remind Seoha and he nods, pressing his lips together to hold it back.

He’s too precious for this world, I swear.

"Yes, noona?" Junho says when he accepts the call.

"It’s me" I say and the line goes silent. It takes a few seconds before Junho speaks, and he sounds relieved.

"You are alive" he says.

"It would take a lot of effort to kill the captain" I chuckle and he breathes out twice.

"You idiot. How could you have gone back all by yourself? I warned you about the threat" he starts to complain and I kiss Seoha’s temple again.

"He’s mad at you?" Seoha asks the question in a whisper.

"I pay his salary" I say and Junho stops talking.

"I’m retiring when this ends, you punk" he says and I smile to myself. Junho would never leave my side.

He might no longer have romantic feelings for me, but he remains the brother I never had.

"Let’s have a video call, Seoha wants to see Minjae" I tell him and Junho says something I don’t hear before the call switches to a video call.

Junho walks over to Minjae without showing us his own face, and I hear him telling Minjae that Seoha wants to speak to him.

"Don’t cry..."

"Minnie-ya!" he cries and I sigh in defeat.

It’s safe for me to say that I am falling in love with and getting married to a fountain.

A very beautiful fountain.

"Seo-ya!" Minjae matches his crying energy and both of them start to talk in high-pitched voices. They are saying things I can’t understand or keep up with.

"Two boys!" is the only word I can make out in their conversation. They cry some more and I distract myself with Seoha’s waist.

He’s perfect. Shin Seoha is perfect.

"Seojunnie is going to have two ready-made same age friends" Minjae says and I frown.

Is he referring to my sons as ready-made same age friends? The guts of that fucking omega...

"You need to start shopping for baby things, Seoha-ya. Babies don’t care if you didn’t prepare, they might suddenly show up earlier than they should" Minjae says.

"I’ll buy clothes" Seoha says, nodding solemnly.

I have to get back to designing and sewing clothes for my family.

At that thought, I look at my legs and feel irritation with myself for getting hurt. I hate how incapacitated I feel.

There’s still too much to do; I have to get Seoha’s ring back. I have to marry him. I need to get rid of Shin Yechan.

"Ah, also prepare yourself. You’re going to breastfeed them, right?" Minjae asks and Seoha looks at me shyly.

"Let’s not talk about that right now" my mate says in a small voice.

"Why? You should feel comfortable with letting Taesan suck on your nipple..." Minjae continues to talk.

"Minjae PLEASE" Seoha says, covering his face with one hand and I grin. I press my face into my shy mate’s nape as I slide one hand up his ribs.

I tease my fingers under the soft swell of his chest.

"It’s actually really nice when your partner sucks..." Minjae says with more excitement.

"MINJAE" Seoha yells and Junho snatches the phone from his wild cat of an omega.

My righthand beta is also embarrassed by Minjae.

"We’re in a room with two nurses, I think you two will talk later" Junho says and Minjae complains in the background.

"Seoha" Yujun calls from a distance, and when Seoha looks up, the other omega beckons for him to follow.

"Can I go?" my mate asks and I give him permission.

"Don’t be away too long" I say and he nods, getting off me to follow Yujun.

Once he’s gone, the dazed smile drops off my face.

"Step outside, we need to talk" I say to Junho and he nods.

My righthand man kisses Minjae on the head before he leaves the hospital room.

And when he’s away from an audience, he rests his head against the wall behind him and judges me with his eyes.

"My grandfather is dead" I say and clear my throat.

"I heard" Junho says. He already knows how I’m taking it. I’m angry at the old man, I never got to know where he buried my mom.

"The underworld is falling apart. So it’s smart for you to stay away" Junho says and I curse.

"They’ll come looking me next" I say.

I can already imagine myself slicing through hundred rebellious and power-hungry men.

"We’ll keep you out of the way. You did good by keeping your life outside of Mountain Atelier private, they shouldn’t be able to go after anything else" Junho says and I huff.

I’ve never felt more powerless. I guess I’m not as powerful as I thought myself to be.

Fuck.

"Shin Yechan has dirt on me. He said my grandfather has a file of everything I’ve done" I say and Junho hums.

"Clearing that up is something Ghost can handle; we only have to work on saving him from Yechan" Junho says and I tilt my head.

"Yechan kidnapped his own son?" I ask.

"Disgustingly so. We need to figure out a way to get rid of that man" Junho says.

He makes a face of disgust at the thought of Yechan, and I frown.

"What else do you know about Yechan?" I ask carefully.

"Nothing. A man who can kidnap his own son is capable of anything, no one else means a thing to him" Junho explains the logical side of his disgust.

"I’ll heal and go after him" I say.

"You can’t go after Yechan." Junho snaps.

"I can and I will" I growl, provoked by Junho’s assumption.

I am the mountain tiger, I can go after whoever the fuck I want to.

"Yechan is your mate’s father. Will you have his family’s blood on your hands? Also, if anything happens and it’s traced to you, it will only mean more legal trouble for you" Junho says.

"Fuck. Why do you have to be so rational?" I ask him and he sighs.

"If you had borrowed my rationality, you wouldn’t be stuck in another clan’s safe place" he says and I growl him again.

I’ll strangle him when I see him next.

"How are the wild cat and the baby boy?" I ask and Junho nods instead of saying words.

"Take care of him. I would hate to kill you for Seoha’s sake" I tell him and he laughs softly.

"Same to you" he replies.

"Since my grandfather is dead, can we ask the gods to kill Shin Yechan" I ask and the line goes quiet.