Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

11.Never a question

"Say something," you said. One line you've been using ever since Little Kookie's death to distract yourself with anything possible. Not like it worked.

"S-Such a-" Your husband halted on his words, gulping and then inhaling a sharp breath. "Wait, what should I say again?" He peered innocently at you who was straddling his waist on the couch

"Degrading names. We could try," you shrugged your shoulders and he pouted before gathering courage to speak up again, but no words came out.

"I can't, baby. Maybe dirty talking, we do it all the time. B-But I love you too much for this," he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His words brought a smile to your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. "Okay then. Just some dirty talking and whispering sweet things."

Jungkook was like a sweet little lamb. He has the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel, a voice that can lull you to sleep.

But when you know the other part of him, you find out that he skinned and ate the damn lamb just to use it as a coat. He's a beast.

~

"Baby girl, why are you eating the washing powder again?" He asked as he caught you eating washing powder for the nth time this week.

Pouting, you placed the spoon aside and mopped out of the laundry room like a sad puppy to the kitchen where Jin was.

"Wait. Why are you getting emotional for this?" Jungkook asked as he trailed behind a sniffling you.

"Your tacos, Y/n," Jin said as you climbed on the kitchen island, sitting on it with legs criss cross and your husband standing in front of you.

Pouring some hot sauce and hot chocolate over the taco, you took a huge bite out of it while both the men stood there, not knowing whether to throw up right in front of you or get the hell out of the sight.

"What the-" the worldwide shouldered man mumbled under his breath as you mixed ketchup in coke before drinking it.

"Jagi, are you not feeling well?" Jungkook asked with concern laced in his voice as he cupped your cheeks that were stuffed with food. "Never mind, we're going to the hospital."

~

"I knew that 'boo' was so overused to scare someone," the doctor muttered before getting off his chair that was beside the examination bed you were lying on. "It's all getting upgraded and today, twins can usually be diagnosed as early as six to seven weeks of the pregnancy," he added.

You concluded that this doctor was a kind of crazy you weren't warned about cebause no one knew this level existed.

"What did you say was wrong with your wife, Mr.Jeon?" He asked once again to the man standing on the other side.

"She mixed ketchup with coke, tacos with hot sauce and hot chocolate, and ate them all, washing powder too," Jungkook said. "Totally weird, and are there any pre-food poison medicines available?"

Weird? You're just a one-time edition.

"Mrs.Jeon," the man started. "From today, to pee or not to pee is never a question. Just, pee," he advised and you blinked your eyes.

"My assistant will explain the other things to you as it's time for my energy boosting session," he informed. "And seven weeks, two pups."

"Two- what?"

"Wolf pups, Mr.Jeon. People always compare you to a werewolf so, yeah," he added before handing you a candy. "You know what causes it and you both seem to be obviously good at it."

Jungkook got the paper from the doctor who wrote down something on it.

Trimesters of twin pregnancy:

1)Weird cravings and mood swings

2)'Aww~ Babies just kicked!'

3)Get. The. Babies. Out.

"I'm pregnant," he whispered and the man wearing the white coat shook his head as a no.

"I'm very well aware that you don't have a uterus, Mr.Jeon. It's your wife who's seven weeks pregnant," the doctor corrected, only to flinch terribly as Jungkook yelled through his bunny grin and misty eyes.

"I'M PREGNANT!"

Half an hour later~

"Let's go to the baby store and buy more toys!" The man hugging you in the backseat of the car kept hyping up. "They can sleep with us until the babies arrive! And absolutely, a fifteen feet teddy bear that-"

"That can't fit in the car," you cut him off as the driver tried so hard not to laugh at his boss. If he did, he knew that he'd get personally beaten up later.

Two little humans are growing inside you, and you suddenly remember the fact that sometimes, Jungkook still wears Iron Man socks and boxers too.

As you both finally reached home, he carried you out of the car, bridal style (once again), to your bedroom.

"Kookie, I can walk," you reminded him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Nope. Not letting even the tip of your toes touch the floor for another seven months," he said, the same grin on his face as he placed you on the bed.

"That's not fair," you mumbled as he laid his head on your stomach.

"What's not fair?"

"When your wife is pregnant, you're caressing her tummy and saying sweet things. But you haven't let your wife caress your balls and say 'good job'," you stated and Jungkook choked on oxygen as he looked up into your eyes with a pout.

"Don't talk like that. Our babies might end up being a total pervert like you," he whispered, moving so that he laid beside you.

"Says the one," you mumbled as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you gently as one of his hands kept caressing your stomach while he whisper-yelled.

"We're pregnant!"