My Platinum-Blond Childhood Friend Is So Pretty - My Platinum-Blond Childhood Friend Is So Pretty chapter 147

147 – 63. Heartbreaker Amy

Amelia.

6 months old, 180 days.

It’s been six months since Amelia was born, bringing immense joy to our family with just her presence.

What can I say?

Every day is a series of touching moments.

Amelia, who used to just lie down and cry or laugh, can now flip her body over.

When we sit her down on the floor, she waves her arms up and down and doesn’t fall over.

She tries to grab things around her and put them in her mouth.

When she’s on her stomach, she crawls around and moves her legs.

And now…

“Amy.”

“Wow!”

“Do you want to go to mom’s? Come on, let’s go this far. Our Amy, can you do it?”

“Abrub!”

She reacted clearly to her nickname and started to get a little restless.

I loved Eli, who gave me great love and affection without leaving my side, and I also loved my grandmother, who visited our house frequently, regardless of weekdays or weekends.

“Amy, won’t you go to dad’s?”

“Dabu!”

“Amy~”

“Aww…”

“I’m not just looking, I’m thinking of going. My body is very honest.”

“If you want to receive more love from Amy, you should hurry back from work. You came home late yesterday… will you die?”

“There’s no choice but to attend the company dinner party…”

“Hmm, why do you always have to attend? It’s frustrating…”

“Aaahh!”

“Sorry, Amy. Mom won’t say anything bad.”

Unfortunately, I was third in line.

On weekdays, I could only play with her for a short time after work, and on weekends, there were so many guests that it was hard to have quality time with Amelia.

But I did my best and managed to secure third place, which was a relief.

“Woah!”

“You did well. You came to mom’s with all your might. You’re great. Amy is the best.”

It was as if she was a genius, and her exceptional daughter had finally arrived at her mother’s place.

Amelia, who received praise from Eli and was hugged, laughed and grabbed her mother’s face with both hands.

As her small hands touched her cheeks, Eli smiled and said, “Do you want to receive a kiss from mom as a reward? You’re just like your dad.”

“Aww!”

“Umm… yes! Mom’s kiss is nice, isn’t it?”

“Uwaah!”

“Is it good? But our Amy did so well, and dad didn’t even give a reward. He just stood there laughing. It’s not fair, is it?”

“Abrub?”

“Yes?”

The long, platinum-haired Eli and the short, platinum-haired Amelia, whose hair was growing longer.

I gazed at the beautiful, snow-white skin of the two, reflecting the sunlight, and their lovely, smiling faces, which made my heart flutter.

“Ah, I’ll do it! I’ll give Amy a kiss as a reward too!”

My kind wife’s words gave me an opportunity, and I slowly got up and approached the two.

Then Eli turned Amelia around and hugged her, and our good daughter smiled and waved at her third-ranked dad.

“Abruba!”

“Amy, dad will give you a reward too! Come on, kiss… yes!”

“Pua!”

“What do I do? She’s too cute, and once is not enough… can I do it ten more times?”

-Snap-

“Aya. You hit me, saying ‘do it more’… like that.”

I thought Emily was waving her hand back and forth, hitting my ear with her weak gestures, but that wasn’t it.

Behind her, Eli grabbed Emily’s hand and hit my face with it.

And the moment my gaze met hers, Eli’s red lips slightly protruded.

“……”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her brazen gesture of asking for a kiss.

“Mom works hard every day, so she deserves a reward, right? Okay, kiss.”

“Mm-hm~”

*A short, gentle kiss.*

Eli, still unsatisfied, continued to press her lips against mine like a duck.

“Smack, smack… yeah… smack…”

Emily was watching, so it wasn’t a real kiss, just a peck.

We kept exchanging pecks like that.

“Aww, aww!”

*Thud, thud!*

“Aya, aya… Emily, don’t be jealous of Mom’s kisses? Sorry~”

Emily suddenly started hitting me, stopping the kisses.

I wondered if she was feeling possessive about Mom’s kisses.

“Hehehe!”

It seemed like she was just playfully waving her arm and hitting me.

I looked up at Amelia’s laughing face, her chubby cheeks captivating me, and bent down to give her another kiss.

The delicate skin and softness of the baby were truly indescribable.

Eli gazed at us with a sly smile, just like I did earlier.

“Hehe, looks like Dad’s kisses are welcome. Time’s passing… Emily, are you hungry? Let’s eat now.”

“Yay!”

“Wow!”

“Why do you like it?”

“Well… Emily eats first, and then I’ll eat what’s left…”

“No way. Grandma and Grandpa will be here soon.”

“Okay…”

***

Amelia turned one year old.

Of course, we held a grand birthday party to celebrate her first birthday, but there’s not much to say about it.

It was a magnificent event in itself.

Although it wasn’t as expensive or grand as a wedding, we did spend quite a bit of money on the party.

Grandma and Grandpa wanted to show off Emily’s cuteness everywhere, so the scale of the party ended up being bigger than expected.

And just as Eli had hoped.

“I’ll wear a hanbok.”

“Hanbok? That’s…”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t. I’m worried that the guests might faint when they see Amy in a hanbok, so I’m concerned. It’s the most adorable thing in the world.”

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“Pfft… That can’t be helped. Call an ambulance just in case.”

“I’ll do that.”

So, we proceeded with traditional hanbok attire. Since the wedding was in a dress, I wanted to do it differently for the birthday party.

Usually, people wear hanbok a lot during birthday parties, but that’s just how it is. The clothes for kids are cuter and prettier in hanbok style than in dresses.

And so, the birthday party began.

Amy, wearing a white and pink hanbok, with her now slightly longer platinum hair shining, smiled brightly with her eyes twinkling.

“Wow! It’s a party!!”

Pointing at the relatives and friends who came to celebrate, she walked onto the stage with a gentle smile.

“How can this be… It’s too cute~!”

“Mel! Just one more time!! Just look at me once!!”

“Amy, happy birthday!!”

It was like an idol’s concert. The cheers and applause filled the room.

Even with the countless camera shutter sounds, Amy didn’t get startled or scared, but instead smiled even brighter, making me think she could be a great model, just like her mom.

With the help of her grandparents, Amy confidently walked the stage, showing off her hanbok attire to the guests.

Ellie and I, who were pushed aside by our daughter, sat down at the starting point of the stage, holding hands and chatting quietly.

“Ellie.”

“Yes.”

“The hanbok really suits you. You’re beautiful.”

“You too, you’re cool.”

We exchanged compliments on each other’s outfits, which we had done several times since morning.

But we couldn’t help it.

Ellie’s hanbok attire, with a light pink jeogori and a white skirt, was so breathtakingly beautiful that it was hard to take my eyes off her.

I thought I looked pretty good too, but Ellie, with her platinum hair and white skin, looked even more stunning in her hanbok, which was somehow ironic.

We took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention and exchanged some playful, flirtatious words.

“Husband.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to take off my jeogori?”

“I want to, but this is a rental, so we have to return it later, right?”

“I bought one separately.”

“Really? When did you buy it?”

“About two weeks ago.”

“Is it similar to the one you’re wearing now?”

“It’s similar, but a bit different. A little…”

“A little?”

“Something a gisaeng would wear?”

“…Is it that provocative?”

“It’s provocative, but it’s so pretty that I liked it. So, let’s play with Amy before she goes to sleep, and don’t exhaust yourself.”

“I got it. I’ll adjust.”

“Hold on until the end. I’ll take care of it at night.”

“Wow.”

Eli was, as always, a perfect wife.

Knowing what I wanted and preparing it in advance, she was an impeccable wife.

So, we were quietly discussing our plan for the night, making sure no one else heard.

“Mama! Papa!”

Amy, who seemed tired of walking, started running towards us with her arms wide open.

We also jumped up from our seats and welcomed Amy.

“Did you have fun? Come to Papa.”

“Amy, not Mama, Papa.”

“Baba!”

Amy, who naturally wanted to hug Eli, turned around and ran into my arms instead.

It’s true, our daughter listens well.

I carefully got up from my seat, holding Amy, who was now quite heavy, and smelled her sweet baby scent.

Eli also stood up beside me, making sure her hanbok wasn’t wrinkled as she leaned against me.

We posed for the family and friends who came to celebrate Amy’s birthday, smiling brightly and expressing our gratitude.

“Thank you for coming to celebrate Amelia’s birthday!!”

***

A year had passed since Amy’s first birthday.

Amelia, now two years old, had grown rapidly.

Her hair had grown quite fast, reaching just above her shoulders, making her look even more like Eli when she was young.

With her platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin… Amelia was a miniature version of Eli, but her personality was more like mine.

She preferred quieter playtime, unlike others who liked to run around. Especially, she loved sitting on Eli’s lap and reading picture books together.

As a result, our home was filled with Amelia’s picture books. In fact, our precious apartment, which was once our treasure trove, had completely transformed into a children’s playground tailored to Amelia’s tastes.

It’s inevitable for homes with kids. Even minimalism is impossible with all the toys and baby stuff.

Moreover, Amelia loved playing with toy kitchen sets, and the number of toys kept increasing. And to make matters worse, we received endless gifts from everywhere.

So, our daughter grew up receiving immense love and care, healthy and beautiful without any issues.

Ah.

Although Amelia resembled me a lot, she was still Eli’s daughter.

What I mean is, sometimes…

Sometimes, she would show energetic and playful behavior, with a hint of stubbornness…

Like what I’m seeing right now.

“We’re going for a walk. We’ll stop by the mart too.”

“Papa! Bye-bye!”

“No, no, no… Wait, are you really going to go like that? Isn’t it too heavy?”

“Amy doesn’t want to come out, what do we do?”

“Bye-bye!! Amy’s not going anywhere!”

“Hmm…”

“What’s with you being so cute?

But if we’re going for a walk, can’t I come too?

Dad can make it more fun and interesting…