─ masochist ; jjk

- { 𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 }

- { 𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 }

The party was over, and I was completely exhausted.

Snuggled into Mister Jeon's side, I waited until it was time to go back home. I was thrilled to finally know the gender of my baby and have Mister Jeon by my side. Speaking of the man beside me, I peeked up at him and gently rested my cheek against his chest as he talked with Father - about something to do with Ashley Waters.

The rest of my family had already gone inside the kitchen to put away the extra food, while Chimmy and Jay left an hour ago to spend the weekend with their mom. So, it was only Dee, Father, Mister Jeon and I left inside the living room.

"I'm going to join the others in the kitchen, Darling." Father smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as he stood. Mister Jeon and Dee watched with large smiles as I hugged my dad back. "Goodnight. I love you." I called after him, before turning my attention to Dee.

"You ready to go home?" I asked, pressing my fingertips against my lips. Mister Jeon's brows raised, "Home? You're leaving already?" he asked lowly, pulling me closer to his side protectively.

Dee and I let out laughs, "I'll be fine." I said, "I'm just feeling really tired." I said, giving his large hand a squeeze.

Mister Jeon licked at the silver hoop in his lip, "Come stay with me, Sweetheart." he said, eyes staring into mine pleadingly.

Dee, from behind Mister Jeon, rolled her eyes playfully.

"Fucking simp." She muttered, before straightening and pasting on an innocent smile as Mister Jeon looked back at her with both of his brows raised. He looked back and me and waited for my answer.

Pursing my lips, I debated whether or not I should accept his invitation.

Would it be a good idea?

I mean, I wasn't going to be fucking him - so I wouldn't feel like I was letting him off the hook too easily. I could sleep on the big, comfy couch in the living room.

"...okay." I said, eyes narrowing, "but I'm stealing one of your shirts to sleep in." I pouted, "My nightdresses don't fit over my stomach anymore."

Chuckling, Mister Jeon kissed my forehead.

"You can take anything you want, baby." He lifted his huge, muscular body off the couch and held out a hand for me. "Let's go."

Before I took his hand, I quickly glanced at Dee.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, making sure she would be alright at the apartment by herself. Dee scoffed with a huge grin, "Of course I'll be fine. Jay and I are going to video chat later."

"Oh," I giggled, eyeing her teasingly. Her cheeks flushed heavily as the man in front of me gave her a playful smile.

Jay and Dee would look great together.

Mister Jeon helped me off the couch and placed his hand on my lower back. I gave Dee a small hug goodbye before I yelled my goodbyes to my parents.

Mister Jeon and I walked hand in hand to his house, not speaking a word to one another as he ushered me into the house.

"Are you okay?" I asked once we had taken off our shoes. He was unusually quiet as he watched me take off my shoes without bending down. His eyes looked into mine, with softness radiating off him. He took my hand in his and intwined our fingers.

"I'm perfect, sweetheart." He replied, a smile on his lips. "I'm happy."

"Can you believe we're going to have a daughter?" I asked, sentence ending in a squeal as he picked me up into his arms.

Mister Jeon licked his lips and nodded. "I've always wanted a girl." He admitted, bypassing the kitchen, and living room and starting to climb the stairs with me in his arms.

I winced at the memory of him and his ex-wife inside his bedroom as we entered the familiar room. "I'll be back soon," He said, "I'm going to shower. Take anything you want from my closet, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, reclining my body back on his pillows. Mister Jeon left with a soft kiss and a wink before he left the bedroom. While he was gone, I took the chance to take off my clothes and changed into one of his oversized black t-shirts and wrap myself in his heavy duvet.

Happiness.

That's all I could feel in that moment.

It seemed like everything was a dream.

I was perfectly complete now.

I hoped Mister Jeon was too.

It didn't take long for Mister Jeon to come back, wearing a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, and nothing else. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I fluttered my eyes closed as he shut off the lights and let the brightness of the lamps cast the room in a dim, comforting light.

"Hey sweetheart." He greeted me happily, doe eyes sparkling as he found me underneath the duvet, waiting for him. He threw the towel he was using to dry his hair into the hamper and walked to the other side of his bed and climbed in. I felt his warmth and fresh scent surround me as he propped himself up against the headboard and looked down upon me, love and affection in his gorgeous eyes.

"Hi." I murmured back, pulling myself up. I quickly crawled to where he was sitting and settled myself across his lap, after he had crooked his finger to me.

"Good." He mused, one arm coming around my back to hold me, while the other settled itself across my tummy. "Are you two doing good?" He asked, fingers itching to pull up my shirt to see my swollen tummy for himself.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and combed through the damp strands. "We're okay, Mister Jeon." I pressed a kiss to the underside of his sharp jaw. He sighed, content. Mister Jeon cradled my belly and held me close.

"I love you, sweetheart." He said again, "more than anything."

"I love you too, with all my heart." I returned, scratching his scalp, causing him to lean into my touches.

"...Can I?" he asked hesitantly, pointedly looking to his shirt that was concealing my belly. I giggled, nodding. "Go ahead." I urged.

Mister Jeon didn't waste any time. He gently pulled the shirt up and placed his bare hand against the roundness of my belly. He started to get emotional as he placed his cheek on my bump and felt her kick again.

"She likes you." I said, enjoying the serene moment. Mister Jeon looked up at me with big eyes, "I hope so."

His arms came around my lower back and held me close.