Sequel to All In.
They're engaged, Y/N now runs her own poker club, they are madly in love and filthy rich.
What could go wrong?????
Me, the author. I'm what could go wrong 😑
Mature content 🔞
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Shivering as he stepped into the house, Jimin chuckled to himself as he eyed the A/C unit whilst setting his suitcase down on the floor.
"25f" he giggled rolling his eyes.
The summer was yet to have any compassion when it came to his pregnant girlfriend. To the point that she insisted that the house be below freezing before she passed out from the heat.
Whilst Jimin walked around in jeans and sweaters, Y/N was wearing nothing but her underwear and still complaining that it was too hot.
Jimin had just returned home from the World Series, yet to see his girlfriend as he searched through the house.
"Baby?" He called out, only to hear a strained response come from the living room.
Following the sound of Y/N's voice, he smiled instantly once he finally found her curled up on the sofa with Cleo sitting on her bump.
"Hi baby." He cood, leaning down to kiss them both. "Everything okay?"
"I think so." She breathes out, picking Cleo off of her lap and placing her on the floor, but not without a little protest from the furball. "She won't leave me alone today."
"You're sweating." Jimin observed, wiping her brow. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I think it's time." She whispered, causing Jimin's eyes to go wide as he stood to his feet. "I'm leaking."
"Holy shit!" Jimin breathed out. "Since when?!"
"Last night. I was going to message you but I didn't want you to panic. You were playing so well and I figured that seeing as I didn't have any contractions last night I thought it would be okay."
"And do you have them now?" He asked, resting his hand on her bump and swatting Cleo away who was trying to climb back onto it.
"A little. About thirty minutes apart right now."
Glancing at his watch, he's struggling not to scold her. After learning so much from his new mommy group, he had learnt not only the good things to expect, but the bad also. And leaking for that amount of time without seeking help can be dangerous.
Not wanting to alarm Y/N, he just simply nods before kissing her again and exiting the room.
Rushing down the hall to his office, he bursts through the door and starts to throw insignificant papers around the room as he searches for the phone number of their doula.
Since Y/N expressed her desire for a water birth, he did a lot of extensive research, finding her the perfect doula for her needs that was especially skilled in home water births.
He did suggest just using the swimming pool, but seeing the woman laughing at his suggestion he just kept his mouth shut after that. Especially because he was being serious.
