Happy To Live

Chapter 28

The move into my fathers house went smoothly, I was sure he was the one that convinced all of us to move in. Jungkook was overjoyed to have me permanently under the same roof as him. I had an entire house my biological parents had given me, and I had barely spent any time in it. My compromise for me moving back home would mean we used the other house as a vacation home. As much as we enjoyed our relationship being a secret, this felt better. Jungkook framed his divorce papers, hanging them on a wall of accomplishments. He was proud, proud to be free of a marriage he didn't want, proud he had a baby on the way, proud that I was by his side. Changkyun settled in well, Jungkook created his wing into a spousal wing. He wanted us to be unified, and we needed to be in the times that were to come. Dae, Zuri and Kito had taken over my old wing of the house, not to close, but not too far from mommy and daddy. Namjoon had made progress in our relationship, but we still had a long way to go. Dohwan, hadn't moved in yet, he still liked having me in his own house. That wasn't going to work anymore, we were in the middle of a war, a war I started. He would have to decide what he wanted to do soon. Oddly enough, Changkyun felt more comfortable sharing me with Jungkook, he enjoyed when we all shared one bed. Namjoon was more apprehensive, we all understood that. He had his own boundaries, we didn't always share one bed, but when we did, we all loved every moment of it.

"You have a beautiful bump." My father bent down kissing my stomach, this was all he ever wanted. If he died today, he would be a happy man.

"Hey, I went to three restaurants and finally found the stromboli you have been craving." Namjoon walked in kissing my lips, this kiss lingered as he pulled away, placing his hand on my stomach. "I will wait, but I am next." Namjoon kissed my cheek, pulling the food out of the bag.

"You didn't think I wanted Italian?" My father joked pushing Namjoon's shoulder.

"What the wife wants, the wife gets." I sat down smiling watching Namjoon take care of me; my father went out to watch the kids play.

"Namjoon, if I didn't have this baby in my belly, I would..." I smirked, biting my lip, taking in his broad shoulders.

"Eat first, play later baby, I can feel your eyes burning into me." I pouted, eating my food. "Good girl." Namjoon smiled, bending down talking to my stomach while I ate. I watched the kids play outside the patio door as I finished my lunch. "Don't make me wait too long, we have an empire to build." Namjoon growled seductively in my ear, picking me up.

"I don't plan on it." Namjoon smirked, carrying me into his bedroom, laying me on the bed.

Namjoon took off his shirt walking to me, I pushed myself up, undoing his pants. Namjoon and I working on our relationship, seemed to be going great. We were making love just like we used too. Namjoon brushed his tip across my lips, looking down on me. Pushed his cock into my mouth closing his eyes, his body relaxed as he pushed his length into my mouth. The was a knock on the door, Namjoon continued to thrust into my mouth, as my tongue massaged him with each slow thrust.

"Make it fast." Namjoon moaned responding to the knock on the door.

"Mr. Kim you have company." The maid looked down, speaking softly.

"They can wait, my wife cannot." Namjoon kicked the maid out, picking up his speed. "I'm never putting work before our relationship again." Namjoon grunted, enjoying our time alone. Namjoon took his time fucking my mouth, I wanted to know how important he was to me.

"You shouldn't keep your guest waiting for too long." I smiled, leaning back onto the bed, rubbing my stomach.

"I don't fucking care, they aren't my wife, they aren't my children they aren't my first priority." Namjoon pulled my panties off from under my casual dress, spreading my legs.