NCT & WAYV

♥︎Doyoung♥︎

28.08.2021
Word count: 1048
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Y/N POV

I sigh watching another video. "Woah what's that for?" Doyoung sits next to me. "People really be saying they saw your mom with you when you went to a caffe. You need to stop telling everyone your mother takes your pictures." I frown. "But you are a mother, the mother of my child." He rubs our son's back softly as he was asleep in his arms. "But do I look that old?" I ask. "No you don't, people are just blind." He says. "You're truly beautiful." He leans closer and pecks my lips.

"Will you ever tell your fans?" I ask. "One day, but I don't want to find them out about who you are and our lovely son and then invade both of your privacy." He tells me. "They won't, all you have to confess is having a girlfriend and a baby." I say. "That's also a thing, people'd expect me to be married before I have a child and look at us." He says. "What? You don't like it like this?" I ask. "I do I just don't want all the hate and judgement to affect our relationship, our little family. But believe me when I say I love you."

"I believe you and I love you too." I give him another peck. "But I love you the most." I softly kiss my son's head, trying not to wake him. "We should go to bed." I say. "I know that the moment I put him in his bed he'll wake up." He tells me. "But I want to sleep with you next to me." I pout. "Us both next to you, sure." He smiles. I roll my eyes. "Baby free night?" I grin. "We'll never have a baby free night until he grows up, you realise that right?"

"Unless someone takes care of him." I say. "At this hour we won't find anyone but I'll make sure we'll have a night or two out, alone, just us two." He tells me. "I can't wait." I smiled. "Me neither but until then, we're here with this little guy. Would I dare put him in his bed?" He asks. "You can try." I giggle. "I'm gonna get ready for bed." I tell him. "Okay. I'll be right there." He pecks my cheek. I get up and go to the bathroom as Doyoung puts our son to bed.

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I got out of the shower to still hear crying noises. I had only my robe on as I walk into the baby room. "He doesn't want to sleep." Doyoung tells me. "Does he need a new diaper?" I ask. "Already changed it." He tells me. "Are you hungry little one? Hmm?" I take s/n (son's name) in my arms and sit down on the rocking chair. I start breastfeeding him. "Go to bed you look tired." I tell Doyoung. "No I want to stay with you 2." He tells me. "Then don't fall asleep."

"I won't." He smiles sitting next to us. Once s/n had enough I burp him, instead he fell asleep on my shoulder. I look at Doyoung and he was also asleep. "Like father like son I guess." I get up and put our baby in his bed, happy he didn't wake up for once. "Hon wake up, let's go to bed." I caress Doyoung's cheeks. "I fell asleep? Sorry." I chuckle. "It's alright, let's go to bed now." I tell him. We got settled under the blanket in each other's arms. "Goodnight." I whispered and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

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4 in the morning and I woke up by the crying noises again. I wanted to get out but got stopped. "I'll go, you should sleep." Doyoung tells me. "You say that every night and don't get sleep for yourself, let me do it for once." I pout. "But I don't want you to do everything." He whines. "I barely do anything." I say. "You carried him for 9 months and had a 10h labor, you did enough already." He says. "No Doyoung, get back in bed, I'm taking care of him now." I followed him out. "No it's my turn. I said I'd take care of s/n during night times."

"Don't be stubborn and let me do it." I say. "You're the stubborn one here." He points. "I'm not!" I walk into the room as first and greet s/n giving his pacifier back. "I'll change his diaper and make him some milk, you just go back to bed." He tells me. "You're unbelievable." I roll my eyes. "I'll do the diaper you get the milk." I say. "Fine." He stomps out of the room. "He's more of a baby than you are." I pickup s/n.

I get his diaper changed and play around with him, giving him kisses and softly tickling his tummy. The laughing sound being way nicer than the cries he let's out. "I'm back... hey I always do that." I take a deep breath. "And so do I, give me the bottle." I say. "No, I'm doing this." Doyoung carries s/n and feeds him the bottle. "He doesn't take it." He frowns. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Look he doesn't drink, he just spits it out. Hey, what's wrong bubs?" He asks. "Let me see." I tried feeding him but he doesn't take it at all.

"Maybe he feels that we're bickering." Doyoung says. "Oh shut up." I roll my eyes. "See again. Let's be calm for a second and see if he starts drinking then. Sit down babe." I sat down and Doyoung was behind us, watching over my shoulder. "I still love you, you know." He kissed my cheek. "You say that because you mean it or to make him drink his milk?" I ask. "I mean it." He says. "I love you too." I kiss his cheeks. "And you too little man, please drink your milk now." Wonder by wonder he started drinking. "It worked." Doyoung smiles. "Hopefully we can have a good sleep after this." I chuckle. "I wake up alone next time he wakes up." Doyoung tells me. "No I am." I sighed as he glared at me. "Fine you do."

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A/N: anyone asked for more nct as dad imagines? No? Too bad because I'm living for it
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