𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A warm and cozy morning at home happily shapes Loélia’s day, while joyful family moments with Lailah fill the air with love, laughter, and gentle teasing.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jackson wang x biracial!oc ( Loélia )
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, pregnancy cravings, mentions of pregnancy, teasing calls, slice of life, playful parenting & family life.
➟ Jackson Wang Masterlist
Chapter I🌻: Sunshine & Laughter
📍The Wang Household, Hannam-dong, South Korea📍
THE SOFT HUM of the city drifted through Loélia’s bedroom windows, and the sun barely peeks over the horizon, painting the sky an ombré orange mixed with blue. Loélia stretched lazily, not wanting the comfort of the bed to disappear. She went to throw a leg over her husband’s body, only to feel nothing. Letting out a yawn, she rubbed her eyes as she sat up and glanced at the alarm clock; 6:35 am flashed on the clock. Another day, another carefully balanced dance between work, family, and just a little “me time.”
First things first: coffee. Loélia slipped into her slippers and padded to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly ground beans filled the room. She leaned against the counter, savoring the quiet moment before the household came alive. It was her sacred time—a few minutes to plan, breathe, and mentally prepare for the whirlwind that always followed.
Her phone buzzed on the counter. Emails from her business, meeting reminders, and a few texts from Jackson popped up.
One of the recent messages from this morning read:
Hubby💍- Morning, queen. Don’t forget your royal breakfast. Love, J.
She smiled, shaking her head. Jackson never failed to make her morning brighter or feel good inside. As Loélia poured her coffee into her favorite blue mug, the faint creak of the floorboard signaled the first stirrings of her daughter, Lailah. “Mama…” A sleepy little voice mumbled from the entryway.
Hearing Lailah’s voice made her heart melt instantly. “Hi, baby. Did you sleep well?” She asked softly, hoisting the small child into her arms and kissing her cheek. Lailah clung to her mother's neck, nuzzling it as she closed her eyes.
“Where’s daddy?” Lailah questioned sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a mess from the tossing and turning she did when sleeping.
“Appa’s at work, so it’s you and me today,” Loélia answered, running her hand through her daughter's wild hair. She knew she would have difficulty getting it untangled for the day.
As they moved to the couch, Loélia tossed a throw blanket over their bodies as they curled up under it. Lailah nuzzled herself closer into her mother's neck, murmuring about a dream of unicorns and sprinkles. Loélia listened, smiling in amusement as she sipped her coffee and felt the quiet connection's warmth. These were the moments she lived for—the small, perfect beginnings before work calls, daycare drop-offs, and the inevitable chaos of life.
Loélia grabbed the remote for the television and put on some cartoons from Netflix. As Lailah settled into her morning, watching her favorite show, Loélia got up to start on breakfast. She made Lailah’s favorite pancakes and took her daughter to the table to eat. Once Lailah had her food and was watching her favorite show, Loélia opened her planner, jotting down goals for the day: business calls, design meetings, and a quick trip to the boutique for a client consultation. Pausing, Loélia smiled, feeling accomplished as she sipped the last of her daily caffeine.
“What do you want to do today?” Loélia asked her daughter, who was eating pancakes.
“Can we go see Auntie Simone?” Lailah responded with excitement, clouding her eyes.
“I’ll call her and see if she’s busy today.” She said, grabbing her phone off the table.
Loélia went to Simone’s contact name in her call logs and clicked on her name. After a few rings, Simone’s voice came through.
Baby Mama❤️- Hello, my love, what’s up?
Your niece wants to visit you. Are you free today?
Baby Mama❤️- Girl, I will be free for three and a half months, but this baby has me homebound.
Okay, we’ll be over after we finish breakfast.
Baby Mama❤️- Would you be a dear and bring your pregnant bestest friend a short hot chocolate with a sausage egg, and a cheddar sandwich from Starbucks, please?
Baby Mama❤️- He left this morning.
We're in the same boat then. You’re lucky we’re friends and you’re pregnant.
Baby Mama❤️- Yay, I love you.
As Loélia hung up the phone, her daughter had a look of hopelessness in her eyes. ”Did Auntie Simone say yes?”
“She did. We’ll go after we’re finished eating and showered.” Loélia answered, smiling at her daughter.
“Yay.” Lailah cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.
Loélia shook her head before continuing to eat her breakfast. Once both of them finished eating, Loélia took Lailah upstairs, ran her a bath, and washed her up before getting her dressed in a dress with yellow lemons on it and white shoes.
Now, it was time for the difficult task—Lailah’s hair. She tried to detangle it as much as possible before applying hair moisturizing gel and brushing it into a ponytail to the side. Lailah looked at her mother and smiled brightly.
“You look so pretty, my love.” Loélia complimented her daughter, kissing her cheek.
“Thank you, Mommy.” The child said, twirling around in her dress.
“Alright, watch TV in your room while mommy goes to shower, okay.” The young woman replied, kissing her cheek.
“Okay, mommy.” Lailah nodded, turning on the small television in her room.
Swiftly, Loélia went to her bedroom and bathroom and quickly showered. Standing in front of the mirror, she did her skin care routine and dressed for the day. After ensuring she looked presentable, Loélia held Lailah’s hand as they exited the house to her sleek black Mercedes-Benz G-Class G63 AMG that Jackson gifted her as a pre-push present when she was pregnant with Lailah. Once Lailah buckled herself in with her mother's help, Loélia climbed into the driver's seat and did the same before pulling out of the driveway. Lailah sat quietly singing with kids' music playing from her tablet, making Loélia smile.
If there were one sound she could listen to all day, that would be her daughter's voice. It was so angelic and innocent, oblivious to the cruel world around her. As Loélia pulled up to a red light, an incoming call from Jackson came through on the radio from her connected phone. Her smile beamed bright as she accepted it. Hearing her husband's voice echoing out of the speaker made her heart race and her nether region throb.
❛Hello, my love. How are my girls?❜
❛We’re heading to Starbucks before heading to Bam and Simone’s place.❜
Hearing her daddy’s voice, Lailah’s head perked up as she got a massive grin.
❛Daddy’s working right now, well, I’m taking a ten-minute break.❜
❛Can mommy and I visit you?❜
❛Sorry, baby, not today.❜
Lailah’s face grew a sad pout as she looked down at the tablet in her lap.
❛Maybe you and mommy can visit next week. I won’t be so busy then.❜
❛I bet it does. I have to go, though I’ll talk to my girls tonight.❜
❛Make sure you eat enough, Jackson.❜
❛I will, Loelia. I love you girls.❜
By that time, Loélia continued driving since the light had turned green. Arriving at Starbucks, she pulled into the drive-thru and ordered a cake pop for Lailah, Simone’s tall hot chocolate and sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich, and a venti caramel Frappuccino for herself. After paying for the items, Loélia returned to the road and continued driving.
📍Bam Bam & Simone’s House, Apgujeong-dong, Gangnam District, South Korea📍
Loélia parked in the driveway beside Simone’s white BMW X5M Competition when they arrived at her house. When she got there, she got herself and Lailah out of the vehicle. They rang the doorbell to the front door, immediately alerting Simone’s cavapoo puppy, Mia, who started barking. It took Simone a while to answer the door since she was carrying a watermelon for a belly, but she eventually made it, huffing and puffing.
“Hey, girlies.” Simone smiled, pulling Loélia into a hug. She rubbed Lailah’s back as she hugged her leg. “How are you?”
“We're good, and I've got your munchies,” Her best friend replied, holding up the Starbucks cup holder and paper bag.
“Oh, yay. I love you so much, thank you.” Simone cheered, clapping her hands.
After she allowed the two inside, she led them to the living room, pregnant, waddling. While the two women sat on the sofa, Lailah grabbed the dog toy and started playing with Mia.
“How’s Shiloh doing?” Loélia asked her best friend, rubbing her protruding belly.
“She’s sleeping right now, but I can’t guarantee later on when I’m trying to sleep.” Her best friend groaned, rolling her eyes.
”Girl, I don't miss that. The sleepless nights when Lailah would literally press against my bladder all night, I was bound to the toilet.” Loélia chuckled, shaking her head.
“Tell me about it.” Simone groaned, rubbing her belly. “It’ll all be worth it once she’s here.”
“I know.” She smiled, placing her hand on Simone’s belly and feeling her baby girl kick nicely and hard.
“She’s like, get me out of here.” Simone laughed, biting into her sandwich.
“At this point, huh?” Loélia nodded, agreeing with her.
“I swear if I have to wake up out of my sleep to waddle to the bathroom at nighttime, I’m going to sue someone.” Simone sighed, rubbing her belly.
“Girl, you got this. You have two more moments left.” Loélia playfully reassured, clapping her hands as if to cheer her best friend on.
“These last two months are going to go by slow as hell.” Her best friend groaned, throwing her head back against the back of the sofa.
“No, it won’t. It’ll go by fast.” Loélia reassured her best friend, shrugging her shoulders. “Next thing you know, you’ll be holding your baby girl.”
“You’re right, I guess.” Simone sighed, feeling her baby girl kick her insides.
As the two friends continued their conversation about random topics, Loélia’s phone began ringing. She grabbed it from her purse and saw Zavia calling her via FaceTime. A smile appeared on her face as she answered the call.
❛Hey girl, where are you?❜
❛I’m sitting with Simone, keeping her company.❜
Loélia flipped her camera, showing Simone balancing the remainder of her sandwich on her belly, and she waved at the phone.
❛Hey mama. How are you holding up?❜
❛Girl, I’m so ready to push her out.❜
❛Oh, mama, the time is going to go by quickly. Next thing you know, you’ll be holding her in your arms.❜
❛Y’all don’t understand. My back hurts like so much, my feet are the size of tree trunks, and my boobs hurt all day, every day.❜
❛If I could take your pain away, I would.❜
❛You can. How about you have this baby instead of me?❜
❛Well, you have two weeks until the baby shower, and next thing you know, baby Shiloh will be here.❜
❛I’ll talk to you girls later. I’m going to get food with Kenji.❜
❛Kenji, if you loved me, you would get Zavia pregnant.❜
From the background, you can hear Kenji reply, ❛I’m trying.❜
❛Girl bye. We all know you want a baby, too.❜
❛Simone’s right, though.❜
❛Loélia, you’re supposed to be on my side.❜
❛I’m on the side of the truth.❜
❛Right. Don’t sit there and act like you don’t want to have a baby, too, girl, just as bad as Kenji.❜
❛You know what, I’m finding a new group of friends.❜
❛You can try, but you’ll miss us too much.❜
❛Sometimes I hate when you’re right. Damn it, now I’m not going to hear the end of it.❜
❛You love me regardless, Zavia.❜
❛Okay, bye, girl! Love you, guys.❜
When the FaceTime call disconnected, Loélia looked at Simone, who was trying to get up off the couch.
“Hold on, mama, let me help you,” Loélia said, getting up to help her heavily pregnant best friend.
With a gentle tug, Simone stood up, stretching her arms above her head and stretching her back. She could tell the weight of Simone’s belly was affecting her back. Loélia suffered the same thing when she was pregnant with Lailah, along with swollen feet and severe heartburn, so she sympathized with her best friend and all of her struggles through this pregnancy.
📍Sonic Wave Recording Studio, Seoul, South Korea📍
It was around 5:45 PM, and the sounds of beats in the studio bounced off the walls, filling the air. In the room, equipment cables lay everywhere, and the guys had half-empty cups of iced Americanos scattered across the tables. Jackson sighed, leaning against the back of the couch, rolling his shoulders and neck. He tossed his notebook on the seat while JB messed around with the mixer. Yugyeom and Jinyoung were off to the side, arguing about whether the bridge of the track should be softer than it was, while Mark half-heartedly strummed the string of a guitar.
Bam had his headphones slung around his neck as he stretched with a yawn. “Man, I love the studio, but I swear my back hurts like I’m the one who’s pregnant.”
Everyone turned to him, and the room fell silent before they burst out laughing. Some even held their stomachs as they died from amusement.
“Hyung, don't even start that. Simone is the one who has been carrying baby Shiloh for seven months.” Youngjae reminded him, leaning against the wall. “You’re acting like you’re the one who is due to give birth.”
“Hey, I’m just saying,” Bam said, grinning sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s sympathy pain, okay.”
“Sounds more like a sympathy drama.” Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve been using Simone’s pregnancy as an excuse for everything.”
“What?! No, I haven’t.” Bam denied, looking at his bandmate in shock. “Name one time.”
“Well, yesterday you said you couldn’t carry any takeout bags because ’Simone’s pregnant.” Mark deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
“Name two more times.” Bam dramatically said, crossing his arms.
“What about when you said you could take the trash out because ’my wife is pregnant’?” JB questioned, arching an eyebrow as he laughed.
“Yah! Are you all ganging up on me now? Wait until you’re dads, you’ll understand!” Bam replied with a determined tone, pointing his finger at them.
Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked knowingly as he leaned back against the couch, folding his arms. “Trust me, bro, I already know I’ve been there and done that. I think you’re just at the panic stage.”
“When does that end?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It doesn't, but it gets sweeter.” Jackson mischievously grinned, nodding at his friend.
As if speaking her into existence, Jackson’s phone buzzed against the table. He saw the picture of Loélia and Lailah pop up, with the contact name MY WIFE 🔥💍 flashing on the screen. Mark noticed the change in Jackson’s demeanor and smirked knowingly.
“Let me guess, it’s Loélia?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow with a grin.
“Shut up,” Jackson replied before answering the phone, bringing it to his ear.
Hey baby, everything okay?
MY WIFE🔥💍- I’m good. We just got back home, and your princess wants spaghetti and garlic toast for dinner. Is that okay with you?
Yeah, that's fine. I’ll eat anything you cook.
MY WIFE🔥💍- What time are you going to be home?
I should be home in time to tuck our princess in for bed.
MY WIFE🔥💍- Okay, just text or call me, or I’ll FaceTime you so you can say goodnight to her.
MY WIFE🔥💍- Alright, love you.
When the call disconnected, the guys immediately jumped on Jackson, teasing him.
“Aww, look at Jackson, still in the honeymoon phase.” Youngjae teased, pinching Jackson’s cheeks.
“More like a permanent honeymoon phase. Bro is whipped.” Jinyoung said, making a whipping noise with his mouth.
Jackson shrugged, letting his members tease him about how soft he was whenever it came to his wife and daughter. He was completely unbothered by them.
“Damn right I am. When you find your person, you don’t play games when it comes to them.” He replied, leaning his head back nonchalantly.
“Damn with Simone and my daughter on the way, I’m surrounded,” Bam commented, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“You’re surrounded by love.” Jackson nodded, grinning at him.
“Okay, let’s get to work so Mr. Lover Boy can get home,” JB said, slapping his hand on Jackson’s shoulder.
“You’ll understand when you have your first kid,” Jackson replied, shrugging his shoulders as he stood to his feet.
JB rolled his eyes, and the guys got back to working on their music. One by one, each member stepped into the booth and recorded their take on a new track.
Jackson waved at the guys as he unlocked his car, got in the driver's seat, and started it up. Before pulling out of the parking garage, he checked his phone; going through emails, replying to the important ones, and replying to messages. He found himself staring at his background photo of his two girls, sleeping in matching pajamas. It was something he often did when he was leaving the studio at night. A smile appeared on his face before he kissed the screen and pulled out of the parking garage.
Soon enough, Jackson pulled into the driveway of his home, seeing some of the lights on. As he stepped out, he grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and headed to the front door. The second his keys turn in the handle, Lailah climbs off the couch, and when he sets foot through the door, she launches herself in a full sprint towards him.
“DADDYYY!!” Lailah screamed, running with open arms.
Dropping his bag, Jackson caught her mid-leap and hugged her tight. “My baby! Give me a big hug. Have you gotten heavier since last night?"
“Mommy said you worked too much.” His daughter said, kneading his cheeks like dough.
“What? Mommy snitched already?” Jackson gasped, kissing his daughter's cheek before setting her down.
As Jackson walked into the open area, he saw his wife, Loélia, standing at the stove, AirPod in one ear, stirring spaghetti in a pot. “Well, that’s because you are.”
Seeing her like this, all domestic, made him melt. It made him feel like he was home. Lailah told Jackson about her day, recounting everything she did.
“When we got home, I drew a unicorn and ate TWO snacks, but mommy said no more after that.” Lailah dramatically explained, staring her father dead in the eyes. “Mommy says you are always tired because you’re stubborn.”
“Why is everyone betraying me today?” Jackson asked, placing his hands on his hips as he shook his head.
“It’s all out of love.” He heard Loélia’s soft voice laugh.
Jackson walked up to his wife, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her right shoulder.
“How was your day beautiful?” He questioned, kissing the side of her neck.
“It was good, although I had to cater to Simone,” Loélia responded, rolling her eyes. “I had to massage her feet, her back, and her belly.”
“Sounds like you had a rough day,” Jackson whispered, lying his head on her shoulder.
“Simone’s lucky she’s my best friend or else I wouldn’t.” His wife replied, rubbing the side of his cheek.
“She’d be dumb not to have a best friend like you.” Jackson complimented, grinning against the skin of Loélia’s shoulder.
“Mommy, Daddy is kissing your neck again. That’s nasty.” Lailah said, looking up from her coloring book.
“THANK you, baby girl. Go wash your hands for dinner.” Loélia laughed, waving her daughter away.
“We are affectionate in this household. There’s nothing wrong with Daddy kissing Mommy’s neck.” Jackson declared, pulling his wife closer.
“That girl is so much like you.” She giggled, shaking her head.
He laughed as he swayed the two of them back and forth, softly taking in her aroma.
Loélia scooped a helping of spaghetti onto a small plate for Lailah, another for herself, and one for Jackson. The three of them sat at the table talking and laughing as a family would. Lailah made faces that made her parents laugh at her for always being the center of their universe.
“Mmm, spaghetti is good.” Lailah smiled, looking at her mother, spaghetti sauce smeared on her cheek.
“Did Mommy make it good?” Loélia asked, wiping her daughter's face.
“It’s delicious.” The child nodded, chewing on a piece of sausage.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” The mother said, biting into her garlic toast.
Underneath the kitchen table, Jackson had his hand resting on Loélia’s thigh, rubbing the soft, milky skin. He met her gaze, holding a knowing grin, making Loélia roll her eyes. If there was one thing she learned about him when they got together, it was that Jackson was touch-deprived and that one of his love languages is physical touch. She didn’t mind whenever he would randomly rest his hand on any part of her body. It didn’t bother her at all.
Lailah sprinted up the stairs as fast as she could with Jackson and Loélia in tow behind her. While her husband ran a bubble bath for Lailah, Loélia was in the child’s bedroom picking out her pajamas for the night. After Lailah settled into the tub, Jackson sat on the toilet and watched her splash around everywhere. She had water on the walls and all over the floor. Loélia stood in the doorway, shaking her head, because she had told him not to give her a cub to play with.
“I told you so.” The mother said, laughing at her husband.
“I’m sorry you were right,” Jackson replied, flashing a grin at Loélia. “She promised not to splash about.”
“She’s FOUR Jackson,” Loélia responded, throwing her head back laughing.
“I thought I could trust her.” He chuckled, wiping the water off his arms with a towel.
Jackson let Lailah splash around and squeal as she played with a cup and her Barbies in the bubble bath before washing her up. He wrapped the pastel pink towel around her body and carried her into her bedroom. Loélia moisturized Lailah’s skin with lotion before dressing her in pink Hello Kitty pajamas. She braided her hair into two pigtails so her hair wouldn’t be all over the place in the morning.
“Appa, can you read Samantha, the girl Scientist?” Lailah asked, resting her head on Jackson’s chest.
“Of course.” He nodded, grabbing the book off the shelf.
Lailah cuddled up into Jackson’s side as he began the story. As Loélia stood there, watching him with their daughter, she knew he loved her with every fiber of his being and that he would do anything for them.
After Lailah fell asleep, Loélia and Jackson headed to their bedroom to begin their nighttime routine. As she lay in her husband's arms, he pulled her closer. His hands slip down to her hips, occasionally rubbing her ass.
“This is my real reward for surviving the studio,” Jackson revealed, his voice deep and low after a long day.
Loélia giggled, leaning up and smashing her lips against his. The kiss started slowly before gradually turning hungry. Jackson was a sucker for Loélia’s lips and craved to feel them on his every single day.
“You missed me that much?” Loélia softly asked, running her finger across his cheek.
“You have no idea.” He answered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Every time I leave the house.”
“I miss you too.” She smiled, cuddling into his side.
The couple trailed off to sleep as they talked about random things that they liked or wanted. Nights like this made both Jackson and Loélia not regret meeting each other at Kenji’s tattoo release party.