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It was only a little while later that Taehyung reminded me of my priorities.
It took him just one word.
"Eunjin . . ."
I sighed. She would be awake soon. It must be nearly seven in the morning.
Would she be looking for me? Abruptly, something close to panic had my body freezing up. What would she look like today?
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Taehyung felt the total distraction of my stress. "It's all right, love. Get dressed, and we'll be back to the house in two seconds."
I probably looked like a cartoon, the way I sprung up, then looked back at him— his diamond body faintly glinting in the diffuse light—then away to the west, where Eunjin waited, then back at him again, then back toward her, my head whipping from side to side a half dozen times in a second. Taehyung smiled, but didn't laugh; he was a strong man.
"It's all about balance, love. You're so good at all of this, I don't imagine it will take too long to put everything in perspective."
"And we have all night, right?"
He smiled wider. "Do you think I could bear to let you get dressed now if that weren't the case?"
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That would have to be enough to get me through the daylight hours. I would balance this overwhelming, devastating desire so that I could be a good— It was hard to think the word. Though Eunjin was very real and vital in my life, it was still difficult to think of myself as a parent. I supposed anyone would feel the same, though, without nine months to get used to the idea. And with a child that changed by the hour.
