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Chapter 47

After everyone had eaten dinner and had watched a few movies, they were all heading to bed. Amara had tried to leave and go back home, but they all insisted she stay for the night, because it was late. Almost 2am. She didn't fight with them, because she was already tired and she knew she wouldn't win this argument. So, she agreed to stay. They could all see just how tired she was, as she could barely stand up.

"Come on, orchid. Let's get you to bed," Heeseung said, putting his arm around her.

She followed him down the hallway, doing her best to walk so all of her weight wouldn't be on him. He brought her into the room he had for himself, as he was the oldest. All of them wished her a goodnight, to which she gave a tired response.

Heeseung quietly closed the door behind them. He brought her over to the bed and gently helped her to sit down. "Let's get you changed,"

"No, I'm fine," she mumbled tiredly.

"Don't be silly. You can't sleep in denim," he chuckled softly.

She whined softly, but didn't fight him. Being pregnant, she felt a lot more tired than she might've been if she wasn't. He wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully sliding her further up the bed. She let him do that, making a quiet moan of tiredness. He kept one arm around her, to support her, while he took off her jeans. He let go of her, grabbing the ankles of her pants, pulling them down.

Amara tiredly pushed her hands into the bed, lifting her hips so it could be easier for him. Heeseung pulled them off completely. Once they were off, she made a tired groan and was about to flop over on the bed.

"Wait a minute, wait!" he said, laughing softly and helping her to sit back up.

She ended up falling against him, her cheek on his shoulder. "My pants are off, Hee. Let me sleep,"

"I know you want to sleep, love. But, not yet," Heeseung chuckled, rubbing her back.

She sighed heavily, burying her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close for a bit.

After a minute, he let go of her and pulled away. He got up and went to his closet, opening the door. He pulled one of his shirts out. He turned around and saw her struggling to pull off her own shirt. It was an uncomfortable shirt, so she wanted it off. He smiled and came over, just as she pulled it off. He took it from her hands, as she sighed tiredly.

When Amara lifted her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. She could her tummy was slightly swollen. She saw new stretch marks adding to the ones she already had. She also saw the stretch marks on her thighs and inner thighs. When she saw this, she suddenly felt very emotional. Which was multiplied by 100, since she was pregnant.

Heeseung had turned around for only a second, but that's all that was needed. Amara suddenly lost her cool, and started crying, bursting into tears. This got his attention, making him turn around quickly. He saw her crying, with her hands on her face.

"Hey, hey. What's the matter? Why are you crying?" he asked, coming over to her quickly.

He kneeled down in front of her, taking her hands. She continued crying, sniffling.

"Why am I so ugly? I feel so fat. And all of you are skinny. You all have to deal with me and my fat body," she sobbed, tears flooding down her face.

"No. No, you're not fat. Don't say that," he tells her, frowning.

"I am! I can't even be a little bit attractive. Why can't I be even a little pretty? You all deserve better," Amara said, suddenly bursting into more tears.

Heeseung felt his heart break, seeing her like this. He got up and sat down next to her.

"Sweetheart. Please don't cry, you know I can't take it," he said softly, putting a hand on her face.

She whimpered and looked up at him. She sniffled, her brown eyes glistening with her tears. She met his gaze, staring up at his beautiful doe eyes. He used his hand to gently rub her face, wiping away her tears with his thumb. She sniffled again, more tears rolling down her cheeks.

"My sweet flower. Don't do this to yourself. Please? It breaks my heart," Heeseung whispered, wiping away more of her tears.

She reached up her own hands, touching his face. He looked down at her, waiting for her to say something.

"I'm sorry that you have to deal with me." Amara suddenly whimpered out, her hands leaving his face.

"Love, no. Don't say that. We love you. I love you. We're not dealing with you. We want to be with you," Heeseung said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She sniffled, dropping her head into his chest. He listened to her muffled cries. He rubbed her back in soft circles, holding her tightly. He started to sing to her softly, rocking her slowly. She sniffled, listening to him sing. She eventually felt herself relaxing slowly.