ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where they only have each other pt.3 (KTH)

"No babies yet?" demanded Hope's grandmother.

Hope's eyes widen at her grandmother's sudden question, watching as her aged, wrinkled ebony fingers delicately tilted the steaming tea pot. A soothing herbal tea spilled from it's spout.

"Nana, Taehyung and I want to take our time with that..." she muttered bashfully, blushing profusely.

The older woman smiles fondly at her grand-child. "You ought to give the man a baby, Hopie. He done saved up his life's earnings to put y'all on that lil' plantation. He's still the talk of the town because of it."

By now it had been a year since that fateful night, when he asked her to spend the rest of her life with him. And what a pleasant year it was. The land he bought was only just that, and now they'd made it a home... A home everyone was insisting they start to fill up with little ones.

Hope stares down into her tea cup, the chair across her groaning as her grandmother's weight sinks onto it. All her furniture was old, older than Hope, at least. She refused to get rid of it, Hope didn't pry at her to. Especially not after her grandfather passed a few months back...

"We don't wanna rush things, is all." Hope defended. Taehyung was more than excited about having kids. He had dreamed of it his whole life, wanted nothing more than to be a loving and devoted father. It made Hope's heart warm, hearing him ramble mindlessly about the future and what they'd make of it together. He was eager, but not forceful. The daily papers had been publishing articles about this 'new' discovery called 'postpartum depression' and it was such a terrible thing in his eyes. He didn't want to put his wife through that.

Hope knew he cared if he would go to such lengths to educate himself on it. She'd even found a couple hidden baby books tucked away in his wardrobe. Somehow he keeps accumulating more, thinking he was slipping them past her.

Annais, Hope's grandmother, tuts softly, shaking her head. "Don't start with that, gal. Nana knows best."

Hope chuckles, "We're waiting until we're ready." She responded simply.

Annais hums, "Your granddaddy wanted to see 'em. Your babies..." Hope's gaze sinks back into her tea cup, she lifts it to her lips before gently blowing along the surface. It tasted strong, but that was always how Nana liked her tea. "And I want to, too. Lord knows how long it'll be before I'm gone-"

"Nana...!" Hope couldn't bear such words. Her grandmother was the only family she had left. She shouldn't speak of death so casually. Of course, Hope wasn't delirious. She knew Nana was getting old and people don't live forever. Hope was getting worried, especially since she's living alone now. Without Pop to accompany her...

Hope's eyes sting at the thought. She blinks the hot tears back, taking another generous sip of her tea. Taehyung was understanding, especially after Pop passed. If Hope was too caught up with work to check up on her Nana, he'd take it upon himself to see if she was alright. The older woman had always been fond of him since his boyhood. Once, when he visited her on his own she threatened to steal him from Hope after the two had spent a long night of conversation and catching up - Hope had to come fetch her husband at two in the morning, and the two were still talking. He treasured Nana, too.

"It's true, child. We can't deny it."

"Don't talk like that, Nana," Hope dismissed with a firm shake of her head. She clenches her jaw so that her chin wouldn't start to quiver; Hope couldn't bare it. Just couldn't. She had been forced from a young age to deal with death. It never hurts any less. Annais sighs, watching the way Hope's chin began to quiver slightly despite her best efforts, a deep frown etched onto her face. Her eyes were gleaming if you caught them in the light.