These days, it was like Tae couldn’t keep his hands off Koo—fucking her whenever the chance popped up, mostly when Sana was out, which was a lot. Mornings in the kitchen while Haneul napped, quickies in the laundry room, long afternoons in her bed when Sana was at her endless lunches. Koo took it all like a champ, moaning and begging for more, her body always ready for him despite the soreness. And with Haneul? God, she was amazing—feeding him, playing peek-a-boo till he giggled those chubby laughs, cuddling him like he was her own little treasure. “My favorite human,” she’d coo, kissing his squishy cheeks. “Tiny prince… mama’s got you.”