𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

till the sun hit

It hasn't been that long since they found out the best possible news they could've ever got in all of their years of living.

Honestly, it's been a month and some weeks but the memory of Jeonghan walking into the room and witnessing Seungcheol have a whole fright and existential crisis over the change in his scent remains a fresh memory.

Jeonghan is coming along just fine, his body has always been on the softer side but with the days that pass, his body continues to change so it can accommodate the new life forming inside him.

Seungcheol has been doing his best, well, if his best means being extra careful with the way he treats Jeonghan, always staring at him for long periods of time until Jeonghan sighs and without looking away from the tv in front of him, says,

"You know what they say about taking a picture,"

And Seungcheol, without a waste of time, picks up his phone and snaps multiple shots of Jeonghan just sitting in his usual oversized shirt, watching tv, eyes fixed on the screen, lips stretched into a thin smile, knowing he wholly basks in the attention that his mate is showering on him.

When he tries to complain and tell him off about watching his every step, making sure Jeonghan is not about to fall when he has a little wobble in his knees. Most of that isn't because of the pregnancy but because he's weak in the knees (nothing a little bit of sugar won't fix) and constantly getting morning sickness.

Seungcheol argues that he's only careful because the doctor told him that these first weeks were the weeks where they could easily have a miscarriage so he was just looking out for them both.

He doesn't want to imagine how either of them would react to a miscarriage right now. It's best not to wonder about that for too long.

Jeonghan is also not complaining. He loves the extra love he gets. Both from his friends and of course Seungcheol.

He especially loves it when Seungcheol walks up to him randomly and slips his hand under the hem of his shirt to rub his tummy or just lay his palm over the soft and steadily growing pudge of Jeonghan's stomach. Whether he's in the middle of a conversation with someone or just having a bowl of soup, Seungcheol's warm hand is there on his tummy, feeling for the heartbeat they both know is there.

He'll smile at Jeonghan while the omega looks away shyly. He'll caress his hair and whisper praises into his ear, telling him how good he's being by eating well.

Jeonghan would flush, cheeks tinted red, his fingers playing with the chopsticks — he remembers how Seungcheol always mentions how terrible he is with chopsticks — and then he'll try to chew and swallow down his food when Seungcheol presses a kiss to his temple, his lips lingering there for a while until Jeonghan is twisting his head in plea for a kiss on his mouth instead which Seungcheol happily gives to him.

Instead of telling him off about his actions, Jeonghan lets him have it, knowing how he was all over Jihoon when he was pregnant with Soonyoung's child. It'd been an interesting change of events for everyone. How Jihoon, the ever human touch detesting person would let anyone (anyone he liked) to rest their hand on his tummy and feel for the baby's kick.

Seungcheol had squealed and looked up at Jeonghan in glee when he'd felt the kick for the first time. Jihoon had laughed so hard at the way Seungcheol jumped and then made "I want to put a baby in you" eyes at Jeonghan while the omega rolled his eyes and groaned, hiding the blush rising on his cheeks by starting a conversation with Soonyoung. (He didn't want to admit that he'd been giving Seungcheol "please put a baby in me, I'll be such a good parent," eyes).

He wasn't opposed to having kids. If anything, he wanted them and after almost ten years of knowing Seungcheol and being married to the alpha for three, he knew that if he ever wanted kids, it would have to be with the doe eyed man.