Dream came True

~78~

Amar POV

Hmm, I'm hungry. These boys are insatiable! I literally just ate three cups of ramen and a whole box of fried chicken. Should I wake Jimin? No... he's sleeping so peacefully. I can't disturb that.

Delivery it is. Hmm, pizza? No. Pasta? Meh. Meat? Ugh. Yes! I know exactly what to order.

I tiptoed down the stairs—not easy with this belly! Who thought putting our room on the top floor was a good idea? Oh right, me. Thanks a lot, past me.

"Mmmm, that's what I'm talking about," I whispered with joy, diving into my dessert.

"What are you doing? It's 4 a.m. Amar, I just fed you! ...Actually, yeah, give me a bite." Jimin sat beside me, rubbing his eyes.

I giggled and offered him a spoonful loaded with cream and caramel.

"Ohh, that's so sweet. I think I got a cavity."

"Ehh, old boring man!" I teased.

"Want me to show you what this old man can do?" he smirked.

"Oh no you won't. Doctor's orders: no intimacy at six months pregnant."

"Exactly. That's why I'm going to tickle you instead!"

"Haha! No, no, Jimin! Have mercy!" I laughed, nearly crying. But he always knows when to stop.

Pregnancy made my heart a little weaker, so laughing too much really takes a toll. Still, life gave me Jimin and these boys. Triplets aren't easy, but they're mine.

"Okay. That. Was. Exhausting!" I groaned, flopping onto the bed.

Jimin walked out of the shower, towel around his waist, drying his hair.

"Then why push yourself?"

"Because I want to give birth naturally. I want to feel them come out one by one—not wake up from surgery feeling like it was a dream."

"The doctor warned us it could kill you. Why don't you understand?"

"That's why I'm training. To strengthen my heart."

He sighed, frustrated, and went to the dressing room. I followed him.

"Jimin, I want to suffer for them. I want the experience."

He wouldn't look at me.

"Jimin, please. Trust me."

He finally met my eyes. "You could die. Do you get that?"

I pressed a kiss to his lips. "Promise I won't."

"Kissing won't solve this."

"But food might. What do you want for dinner? I'm cooking tonight."

"Fresh crunchy kimchi. And maybe... name one of them Kimchi?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Over. My. Dead. Body."

"I LIKE IT!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Haha! Amar, you walk like a penguin!" Violet laughed.

"Wait till it's your turn," I replied with a fake smile.

"She's right, though," Tara added, laughing.

"And you look like a panda with those dark circles."

"Amaaar!"

"Don't dish it if you can't take it. I'm 8 months pregnant with triplets. How do you expect me to look?"

"I'm impressed you're still sane," Celine said.

"You're my only friend now, Celine. When are you and Suga planning yours?"

"We're waiting. Busy with work and concerts."

"Ugh, I miss work. I miss sketching. I miss bossing people around!"

"Why didn't you work from home?" Jasmine asked.

"I can't. My job needs me there. And my legs barely take me to the bathroom. That's as far as I walk."

"Jimin, you can go. I'll be fine."

"I can't travel across continents when you're 9 months pregnant."

"I still have two weeks. The girls and Adam are here. I'm fine."

"But if anything happens—"

"Nothing will happen. Besides, everything's ready: hospital ride, baby bag, clothes. You can go."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'll watch you through those shady online links."

"Okay, but promise me—video calls every morning and night. And if anything happens, anything, call me. Don't give birth without me."

"I promise."

He kissed my forehead gently. That kiss held more love than any words. The way he protects me, carries me even though I'm 80 kg, comforts me during breakdowns, drops recording sessions for my cravings... Jimin, I'll never forget a single thing you've done for me.

Jimin paused, His eyes were fixed on mine, but there was a tremble in his voice I hadn't heard before.

"Amar... are you going to leave me to raise these boys alone?"

The words hung heavy between us, raw and fragile. It wasn't just a question—it was a plea. His usual confident, steady demeanor cracked, revealing a deep fear I hadn't expected. His hands shook slightly, like the weight of the future was too much to bear on his own.

I saw the vulnerability in his eyes—an unspoken terror of facing parenthood without me by his side. The fear of being abandoned in the hardest moments. The uncertainty of whether we were strong enough for what was coming.

My heart clenched.

I reached out, gently brushing his cheek with trembling fingers. "Jimin... no matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together. Always."

His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes briefly as if trying to steady himself. When he opened them, there was a flicker of hope mixed with the worry.

"That's a promise, right?" he whispered, his voice barely audible but charged with everything we both felt.

I nodded firmly, fighting back tears of my own. "It is."

We stood there, wrapped in a quiet understanding, the weight of the moment binding us closer than ever.