A/N: Bonus chapter!

"Jeongie, I already bought presents for our friends and all their kids. What's all this?" Ga Eul dropped her purse on the sofa, dumbfounded at the staggering number of presents crowded around the tree in their living room. Presents she knew she hadn't wrapped.

Yi Jeong entered the room carrying a cup of hot coffee, dressed casually in a blue knit sweater and blue jeans. He'd taken to dressing down more often in the years since their daughter had been born. She guessed crawling around on the floor after a toddler would do that to even the most fashion-conscious of men.

"Oh, those?" he answered. "Those are for Soo Bin."

"Soo Bin? All of them?"

"Of course. Jun Pyo's little brat isn't going to get more presents than my precious little girl." Yi Jeong scoffed.

"Our little girl," Ga Eul intoned.

"Isn't that what I said?" Yi Jeong smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"But Yi Jeong, we already got everything that was on her list."

"Yeah, I know. I just bought some additional items."

"I think you bought the entire toy store."

"Yah. Come on." Yi Jeong set his coffee down on an end table. "We only get to do this once, you know."

"I know. But don't you think we shouldn't spoil her too, too much?" Ga Eul gestured to the tree. "I thought we agreed not to give her every little thing she could possibly want. She has to learn the value of things sometime."

"Yes. So she can learn." He stepped over to Ga Eul and circled his arms around her waist. "Next year. When she's seven."

Ga Eul quirked a doubtful eyebrow up at him. The lingering scent of wet clay mingled with the coffee on his breath.

Sure. Like Yi Jeong's persistent desire to one-up Jun Pyo on everything child-related would magically evaporate come next Christmas.

She wouldn't bet on it.

"Please." Yi Jeong made an angelic pout that didn't suit the rest of his face, though only in that 'angelic' and 'Yi Jeong' did not belong in the same sentence. "Please, please, Omma." Yi Jeong pressed his forehead to Ga Eul's, and she couldn't help the smile that escaped her lips.

He really was worse than Soo Bin sometimes.

"Fine," she relented. "But on one condition."

"Mmm, what's that?" He hugged her tighter.

"Don't you think you should spoil your wife too before Soo Bin comes home from her dance lesson?"

"Oh? What do you have in mind, Miss Voice of Reason?"

"Something that won't cost you anything and we can do right here at home." She winked.

"Hmm, in that case...I might have to give you one of your presents early." He winked back.

"I won't tell," she whispered.