Park Jimin was not meant to get pregnant-especially
not to him. A cold, cruel, downright violent alpha?
Park Jimin never wanted that but here he was
broke, homeless and expecting this
psychopath's baby.
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☀️JIKOOK...
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( Their new home)
Unable to keep from smiling, I stopped to watch as Hyun scampered across our new rug, his pudgy baby hands sinking into the thick wool.
Giggling happily, he bumped against Jimin's calves, the slight impact sending our son over onto his side.
He screeched with laughter.
He had only just recently progressed from scooting along on his butt to a proper crawl and running into things and falling over was his favorite new game.
It was adorable to watch and even more importantly, kept him entertained for minutes at a time.
Which with a young baby like him was basically a miracle.
"Ahem." Jimin cleared his throat, looking up at me pointedly.
I laughed.
"Sorry, I got distracted."
"I can see that." Jimin replied, a smile creeping across his face, despite his attempt at severity.
I reached over and grabbed the tube of moisturizing cream I'd been rubbing on Jimin's swollen belly when Hyun had distracted me.
Jimin was only days away from giving birth to our second son (we hadn't been able to wait –- we found out the gender right away) and I felt like at any given moment I might actually explode with joy and excitement.
Sometimes, I was literally vibrating with it.
Steph kept making fun of me at work because sometimes my hands were shaking too hard for me to write.
But I didn't care.
I had never been happier in my entire life.
"Do you really think the nursery will be big enough?"
I asked, trying to feign calmness as I rubbed the cream in ever-widening circles on Jimin's baby bump.
Jimin leaned his head back against the couch and looked at me with a smile.
His eyes were soft and warm, and I wanted to fall into them and just soak in the love I saw there.
"Yes, you big goof." he said.
"How many times are we going to have this conversation? The nursery is plenty big enough."
"I've seen whole apartments that are smaller than that nursery.
"Remember that time when we were looking at houses and we spent a whole month comparing room sizes and decided that this house had the best bedrooms?"
