Needs, Lust & Love (OT7/reader)

~56~

The last month has passed too quickly. With the promotion for the new song, the men are barely at home, and if they are, they are often sleepy. Yet, I am happy to be with them, sneaking in their arms late at night to feel the comfort of them holding me.
"So, are you ready, Jagiya?" Taehyung asks me when I wake up between him and Jimin.
"Yes, of course, I am!" I reply as I kiss him tenderly.
"I am not." I hear Jimin's sweet voice next to me. "What if it is not me?"
"If it is not you, it will change nothing. And you know that. I love you all the same,  and the only reason the doctor insisted on the test is that in case there are problems with the baby, we know who the biological dad is." I move closer to the dancer to pull him in my embrace as I lay my lips on his.
"I am just worried." He lets us know when I feel Taehyung coming to my back, bringing his arms around us both.
"You should see it like that. If you are not the dad, you have even more reason to make love to her to get her pregnant again."
I turn in his arms and slap Taehyung playfully.
"Yah Kim Taehyung. I have not even given birth to this child, and you want to get me pregnant again."
"Who is getting you pregnant?" Jungkook rushes into the bedroom, jumping on Jimin.
"Hello, JK." I give him a good morning kiss as he leans closer.
"Your friend here," I point to Tae, "is already planning my next pregnancy."
"Oh, I like how you are thinking, TaeTae." The maknae gives his friend a high-five and adds with a smirk. "That involves more practicing, right?."
"You can practice as much as you want, but I am out of this. I need to take care of this child inside me first." I jump up and head out to the living room, where Namjoon is already pacing the room.

"Hey, Joonie."
"Sweetie? Why are you not dressed?" I tiptoe to give him a kiss.
"I still have plenty of time. The appointment is only in one hour." I tell him as I bring my arms around his neck for a more passionate kiss. By the way, he is holding me I can feel that he is nervous.
"Stop worrying," I tell him when I let him go. "The results will only be something that is documented on a paper. It changes absolutely nothing."
"Easy to say." Yoongi comes down the stairs. "This little document brings a lot of responsibility with it."
"So, you do not want to be the biological dad?" I ask, perplexed, as I always thought, that they would not feel different if they were the biological father of this child.
"Oh, no! I did not say that. I would be thrilled if it is me. However, the health and wellbeing of that little being lie more in the hand of the man that gets to be the lucky father." He explains as he pulls me into his embrace.
"Stop making her anxious and confused!" Jin walks in from the kitchen. "For me, it will not change much. I will always be there for you and your ... sorry, our kid."
I kiss the oldest gently as his words put my mind to rest.
"Beautiful, get dressed! The car is waiting." Hoseok comes in through the front door.
"Not you too, Hobi."
"What? I am impatient to know who it is?" He states when he pushes me up the stairs after kissing my forehead.

It is already one month that we have gotten the results, and even if we had promised that nothing would change, I can see that there are small changes in my men's behavior.
"Hey, Beautiful. How are you feeling today?" Hoseok appears in my room and immediately starts to kiss my growing belly.
"We are feeling good. How are you?"
"I am good as always. Move forward." He instructs me as he sits behind me to massage my shoulders.
"Oh, this feels nice." I let out as I can feel my muscles relax under his skillful fingers.
"Beautiful, I was doing some research on the internet, and I found this class for Prenatal Yoga. Would you want to go?"
"With you?"
"Yes, with me."
"You and Yoga?"
"What I can stay still for ..."
"One minute. Maybe two." I tell him as I look over my shoulder with a smirk.
"So, you do not want to go?"
"Sign us up!" I reply delightfully when he turns me in his arms and pulls me on top of him.
"Thank you," he says while covering my face with kisses.