..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

70 || From Ear To Ear

YOONGI & JOVA

Yoongi POV

My smile widens when the bedroom door opens. "You look lovely, Mrs. Min."

Jova sneers at me while tugging at the sides of her dress. She huffs in disgust before dropping her shoulders in defeat.

"No, I really don't. This dress is ugly and uncomfortable."

I chuckle watching her tug at the collar on the back of her neck in search of a tag.

"What material is this garbage made of anyway?"

"Jo, stop. You do look lovely, and it's cotton. I can tell that from here."

She pulls at the sides of the dress. "Doesn't feel like any cotton I've ever worn before. It feels like sandpaper."

I walk up to my wife and place my hands on her hips. My smile grows even wider at her frustrated pout.

"I love you so much, Jova Min. Thank you for taking a chance on us one year ago."

Jova's eyes raise to mine, her anger melting slowly from her round face. In a split second her face changes and she sticks out her tongue at me.

"Stop being all soft, Yoongs. And get off of me or we'll be late for dinner."

I kiss her forehead. "Yes, my love."

Taking her hand, I step to the side to let her lead us towards the front door. She stops and frowns at her shoes nudging them with the big toe of her right foot.

"These aren't going to fit," she pouts.

"Why not? They're your size aren't they?"

She lifts her leg slightly and wiggles her toes. "My feet are too swollen to wear these."

My hands lose track of themselves over the sides of her extended abdomen. I feel our child push back against my movements and I resist the urge to leave a plethora of kisses across Jova's stomach.

"Would you like for me to grab your slide-ins from the closet?"

"Well, I can't go barefoot now can I?"

Chuckling, I turn to grab her shoes. She grunts when I take my first step away from her which immediately halts me in my tracks.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. She just isn't happy you aren't rubbing her anymore and she's taking it out on me." Jova circles her hands over her belly.

"I'll be right back to keep rubbing her. She knows that her Daddy will always show her affection." I soak in my pregnant wife's form before heading to the closet to retrieve her shoes.

The last year has been a mixture of a dream come true and a few heartbreaks. When Jova and I connected for the first time in the shower, I felt her open herself fully to me. As often as I had wished for our relationship to venture to this new level over the past several years, finally experiencing her emotions scared the shit out of me.

The feelings Jova held for me ran deep and true. I could feel that she was indeed in love with me, and these feelings didn't just happen recently.

Jova was in love with me before I ever met Alana. Jova has been in love with me since I perfected her nacho recipe so long ago.

The day I told her I was in love with her for the first time, she was already struggling with her growing love for me. We were fated to be in a relationship, but our emotions blossomed into something much more faster than either of us believed possible.