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Byun Baekhyun: Baby blues(2)

baekhyun trails behind you as you look through the clothes in the maternity section. none of your clothes fit anymore, unless they're stretchy like the gray dress your wearing, and you've finally decided it's time to find a few things. the problem is, you don't like anything on the racks and just want to wear your regular clothes.

"this is nice," baekhyun says, showing you a striped dress. you shrug and keep looking through the racks of clothes. you mostly need pants and a few shirts.

you move away from baekhyun to go look st another section. you keep one hand on your belly, rubbing it while your baby kicks periodically. baekhyun continues looking through his section, calling your name a few times to hold up garments that you wave off.

"are you finding everything okay?" you hear, but you don't look up until you hear bakehyuns voice.

"just looking for my wife," he replies, a smile on his face. the sales associate smiles back at him and tells him to find her if he has any questions. you watch how she walks away, and then looks at him over her shoulder as if she expected him to ask for help at that moment.

frowning, you drop the clothes that you had intended to try on, onto the table, and go back over to baekhyun. "baek, i'm ready to go," you say, grabbing ahold of his arm.

"i thought you were going to try things on?" he questions, removing your hand from his arm and intertwining your fingers instead.

you shake your head. "no, i want to go somewhere else," you say. baekhyun decides it's better to not argue with you, especially not in public, and nods. he gives you a kiss on the lips before putting down the clothes in his hand, and you two leave the store.

at the next store, you find things to try on and actually make it to the dressing rooms without the employees smiling too big at your husband.

"baek, what about this?" you ask, pushing open the fitting room door and show baekhyun, who sits on a stool out in the waiting area.

baekhyun smiles when he sees you. the dress is simple; brown, long, and stretchy, with spaghetti straps. it can easily be dressed up or dressed down, but it fits comfortably and stretches nicely around your belly. "you look great," he says sweetly and you smile, running your hands over your stomach before going back into the room.

you start to undress, but you stop with your dress at your stomach when you hear bakehyun talking to an employee. they tell him they like his shoes, to which he replies and compliments their hair. he takes it a step further and compliments their tattoos, and you swing the door open and call for him. "baekhyun, come here," you say—command—and, he can tell by the look in your eye that if he doesn't then he'll get an earful.

baekhyun slips into the dressing room and closes the door behind him. you look up at him, your face screwed up in irritation. "what are you doing?" you ask, your voice low.

"what do you mean?" he asks and you roll your eyes. baekhyun frowns, and tries to help you as you finish taking off your dress, but you bat his hand away.

you start pulling on your clothes and baekhyun let's air pass through his nose. "what?" you question, pulling your shirt on.

"i didn't say anything," he says, as if he has his hands up surrender; he might as well, with the way you're talking to him.

you let baekhyun help you pull on your pants, snugly pulling the maternity waistband over your belly.

baekhyun buys the dress for you, and you decide that your day shopping is over. you make it back to the car in silence, and the entire drive back home is silent too. you keep your attention on your phone the whole time, baekhyun not saying anything as you stew in the passenger seat.

when you get home, you go straight for the couch to rest your feet and back. you expect baekhyun to come follow you, but instead he goes upstairs and stays up there.

you sit in the silence of you living room, your bottom lip permanently jutted out. you can't help but think about baekhyun earlier, and the compliments he gave to the employee earlier. you saw them and their hair and their tattoos when you left. you don't have tattoos, nor do you have dyed bangs like they did.

but the more you think about it, you don't get sad, you get annoyed. it's always irritating for you when he engages with people who are so clearly coming onto him, but it's worse now that you're pregnant and don't really feel like yourself.

"baekhyun!" you shout. moments later, he comes downstairs, still dressed in the same clothes he wore earlier. "we need to talk." you say when you see him. he hesitates on the stairs, but still comes down.

"about?" he questions, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

you scoff. "earlier: you flirting with every employee ever!" you say dramatically. baekhyun guffaws at this, shocked at the lengths you'll go to make a point.

"i wasn't flirting with anybody," he says, keeping his voice calm.

"i love your hair and tattoos," you mock, rolling your eyes. "and the other one was just batting their eyes at you, and you were just eating it up!" you add. baekhyun stands up from the couch and puts his hands on his hips.

"y/n, i dont know what you're talking about. i was just making conversation," he says. you cross your arms over your stomach and look up at the ceiling. "baby, please don't be like this." he says, sighing loudly.

you glare at him, wincing a little when the baby kicks. "i don't care if you were making conversation! you were flirting with that person right in front of me!" you say, eyes welling up out of anger. baekhyun runs his hands through his hair and then puts them back on his hips, holding back a sigh.

"baby, i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry," he says, coming to sit by you. he puts an arm around you and you push him off. "y/n, i'm trying to make this better." he says, grabbing your hand.

"you know, it would just be better if you didn't flirt with people right in front of me while i'm pregnant," you say, wiping at your eyes and bakehyun purses his lips.

"well, i'm sorry," he says, wiping your cheek off with his thumb and then placing his hand on your stomach, rubbing his hand in slow circles. you sniff and lean back into the couch, still pouting.

you and baekhyun sit in silence for a bit, him rubbing your belly and gasping when he feels the baby kick, even though he's felt it multiple times before. you glance at him when he gasps, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but feel guilty. baekhyun clearly loves you and this baby—you don't know why you let your jealousy get in the way of that. "B?" you mumble, putting your hand on top of his.

he looks over at you, and you feel even guiltier looking into his brown eyes. "yes?" he asks, lacing your hands together.

"i'm sorry... please don't be mad at me," you plead, scooting closer to him. baekhyun shakes his head.

"i'm not mad at you, y/n," he says, kissing your forehead. you sigh and let your shoulders drop, pressing yourself into him. baekhyun let's go of your hand to pull you onto him, wrapping his arms as far as they'll go around you and your stomach. you put your arms around his shoulder and rest your head atop of his.

"i love you," you say, softly rubbing the back of his neck.

"i love you too," he replies, moving his head so he can look up at you. you lean down and press your lips against his, letting yourself melt into him. you hope that this kiss will let help convey how you're truly feeling deep down, because you do love him a lot. 

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