𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚 ; johnten

╰► 46: delivery fees may apply

february and march flew by in a heart beat.

after ten's birthday, it seems like time moved with a blurring filter on. he's nearing the peak of his pregnancy, 9 months pregnant, with his due date coming in a week and a half.

it's funny, honestly.

ten swore he could still fit into his largest clothing items— but nope, the underside of his belly is practically peeking out from under his biggest shirts and johnny finds the pout on ten's face adorable when the omega finally notices.

he's resorted to wearing the alpha's clothes now since his night gowns were getting quite a bit cramped uncomfortable around the torso.

johnny can't help but laugh at the frustrated pout his mate is sporting at the moment as he struggles to get out of bed. "stop laughing you ass and help me up here," ten whines. his entire body has been swelling up, cheeks and arms included.

when the alpha recovers from his laughing fit, he wraps a secure arm around ten's waist and helps him up gently so he doesn't hurt the poor omega. every part of his body is so sore that even walking even hurts.

kun has told him how omega's who have experienced pregnancy for the first time go through so much pain due to the sudden changes, which is why kun and taeyong were more relaxed and peaceful during their terms having been pregnant once or twice previously, where-as ten is over here looking like an over-sized bomber jacket.

"i can't wait for this baby to come out of me," ten grits his teeth as they head to the dining area.

the kids are busy hanging out at irene's place, wanting to spend time with their awesome auntie. ten didn't mind, as long as they behaved and ate their veggies.

"i can't believe they're coming in a few days," johnny replies, helping ten sit on the cushioned seat. he's been counting the days and even then, it still feels like he just found out about the news yesterday. ten hums, tucking his raven hair behind his ear.

"after i give birth, i'm cutting my hair— and i'll probably dye it too," he says, carding through the slightly greasy locks. when he finally made it to the third trimester, his body feels like he's going through a second puberty; breakouts, greasy hair, oily skin, random horny outburts and the like.

"are you sure? i don't think out baby would enjoy seeing you with bright orange hair, babe." johnny laughs. ten rolls his eyes, but theres no bite to it. "honestly, i don't think i'm ready to dye my hair a color like taeyong's blue hair or hendery's pink just yet, but it's on my list." he shrugs.

"i do, however, need a hair cut. it's so fucking warm— and i look shaggy." ten complains. he's mentioned the topic of haircuts multiple times and complained about the length of his hair, yet has never gone to a stylist to get it cut. johnny finds that hilarious.

ten adjusts the red flannel that hung loose on his plump frame, the few top buttons unbuttoned to give him some comfort. he drags it down so it snugly rests around his shoulders, revealing a good amount of his collarbone and chest.

johnny places the warm croissant in front of ten along with his tea.

his appetite hasn't been kicking lately which is a surprise considering how hungry the little cub is most of the time, but he has been having a craving for pastries more recently so johnny went out at 5 o' clock in the morning to buy almost half a store's worth of pastries that ten mostly ate in a span of 2 hours.

(the alpha almost felt nauseous at the smell of all those goddamn cinnamon rolls.)

"you're not gonna eat, bub?" asks the omega. johnny shakes his head, sipping his coffee.