Dragonflies

Opening Up - Part Seven

SIX MONTHS LATER

~♡ SHAE ♡~

This has to be the weirdest part of postpartum. Not the painful first poop or the crime scene in my fancy hospital gifted mesh undies, but this is like twice as weird.

My tits are huge.

I've always been on the fuller chested girl's team, but my boobs have never been this perky nor have they ever been this round. The buttons on my pajama top are literally struggling to stay closed.

Huffing and dropping my hands to my sides, I roll my eyes in exasperation. I'm too tired to fight with these stupid buttons right now.

Tying my mess of hair up in a haphazard bun, I shuffle out of the bathroom and make my way towards the kitchen. I pause at the end of the hallway and ogle a half naked Jungkook -broad shoulders, slim waist, pert ass, and muscular thighs- as he faces the kitchen counter.

I am still baffled by the fact that this beautiful man has chosen to be with me. Every time I look at him, my mind travels back to the first time we met and how I automatically assumed someone like Jungkook could never look at me as more than a friend.

It never dawned on me that Jungkook's way of telling me how he felt was in his every action. The way he cares for me and protects me is his love language.

After Jungkook and I were intimate for the first time, we had a long, serious discussion about the future of us as a couple. He remained adamant that with me is where he wants to be.

He also stayed headstrong about telling anyone who asked that he was the father of my baby. I told him with the way everything turned out, I was considering adoption.

I'm not sure what I expected Jungkook to say after that. What I didn't expect him to say was that it was my decision and whether I decided to keep the baby or not he wasn't going anywhere.

And so for the last five-and-a-half months, Jungkook has followed my lead in exploring our new relationship status as if there wasn't a baby growing in my abdomen. Sure it was difficult at times to pretend I didn't have a basketball under my shirt, but Jungkook tried his best to not outright acknowledge it.

He did insist on being with me for every doctor visit. He said that although he is my boyfriend now he was my best friend first and things like this are what best friends do.

In the latter part of my pregnancy, I caught him many times staring at my belly when the baby was moving. All of the stretching and rolling was visible through most of my shirts.

Jungkook never once touched my stomach, but I could tell that he wanted to ask permission. The closer I got to my due date the more often I caught him staring.

The day I went into the hospital to give birth was the day Jungkook asked to feel the baby move for the first and last time. His breath caught in his lungs and his eyes welled with tears when he felt the tiny kicks against his palm.

Jungkook was by my side during the entire delivery. Tears fell down his face when the room filled with the sound of my baby taking his first breaths.

A nurse that visited my recovery room later told me how sweet it was to see a new father so moved by the birth of his son that he couldn't stop looking at him through the nursery window. She proceeded to show me a photo she took of Jungkook; his hand covered his heart and large tears streamed over his rosy cheeks rounded from his large smile.

The image warmed my heart. Somewhere along the last month or so of my pregnancy I'd changed my mind about giving my baby up for adoption but I hadn't told Jungkook how I felt.