You Infire Me

Chapter Thirty: Epilogue

"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."
— Bruce Lee

It had been hours since you'd gotten off the phone with your agent, but only minutes since you'd arrived home from your doctor's appointment. The two very routine tasks had turned extraordinary very quickly, and you were hardly able to process any of it.

Your novel had been picked up by a publisher.

And . . .

Yoongi bursts through the front door of your apartment.

"There's my wife!" He enthusiastically exclaims, dropping his backpack and throwing his suitcase to the side. You run over to him, and he throws his arms around you, enveloping you in the scent of his clean cologne and showering you with a million kisses to your forehead and nose—and then one long, lingering one to your lips. "God, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," you sigh. "Two months apart is far too long. How was Seoul?"

He half-sighs, half-groans. "Crazy as ever. Concerts, interviews, TV appearances–" He stops himself. "What is it? What's wrong? You look tense." His hands run up and down your forearms, his eyes stare at you imploringly. Tell me, they say.

Though you've been married for five years, and you trust Yoongi with your life, you're still you. Big news still comes with an element of apprehension.

"Yoongs, I . . . I went to the doctor today, and . . ." You let your voice trail off, unable to complete your sentence quite yet. You cross over into your apartment's small white kitchen and begin to make a pot of tea. You fish around in the cabinets for Yoongi's favorite kind. I know he's got to be so jetlagged, you consider. Maybe some tea will help him fall asleep tonight.

"My Y/N," he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, a hand settling on your abdomen. His voice then cracks a bit as he says, "Whatever it is . . . you can tell me. We'll get through it together. We have enough money to get you the best treatment, and I'll be by your side the whole time."

You tighten your muscles in shock. How does he know?

You begin to breathe rapidly, stopping your search for the teabags. "I know," you say. "I know. It's scary—it's totally scary."

"Oh baby, don't be scared," you feel his arm muscles flex around you, drawing you into him. "If there's anyone who can do this, who can get through this, it's us."

You break away from his embrace, turning to face him, painting a look of confusion on your face. "Well I . . . I don't know if I would describe it as something to get through. It makes the future a bit more uncertain, yes, but also a bit more exciting."

Now it's Yoongi's turn to look confused. "Exciting?"

He breaks out in sobs, face and eyes turning red as a rose.

"What part of me losing you could ever be exciting?"

What? He thinks . . .

You laugh. You cackle. You grin.

"Oh, Yoongs," you wrap him in a hug as his body shakes, tears falling onto your shirt. "Yoongi, I'm not dying. I'm pregnant."

You hear his breath hitch in his lungs before you hear him stammer, "Y–You're pregnant?"

You take his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. "Mm-hmm," you nod. "With twins."