If Min-ho had it his way, he'd already be married to Ellie and they would be settled in the house his mother wanted him to get and..there would be a baby on the way.
"I dunno why? You're this way?" How many times did he need to tell her, he loved her. "You're beautiful and..and should have..I think you'd be..a great mom."
He knew he shouldn't have said. He was hoping it would all happen without him looking. She'd say yes to marriage. They would have a small but sweet wedding and life would go on. It still baffled him what the hold up was.
"Aw, its..its that Nico, isn't it?" He practically pointed the spatula he was using for the stir-fry he was making.
Of course, that got her in a pout.
"You, shouldn't let him bother you." Min-ho tilted his head with concern.
He watched Ellie unravel before him, even if it were soft tears that ran down her face.
Min-ho cut the heat on the stove and put down the spatula and went to her.
"God, don't tell me..he was your first love?" He couldn't help but ask, as he held her.
She shook her head, no, but he didn't believe her.
"Can't we be happy, together?" He whispered. They'd been so happy together. Hadn't they?