BlackPink Imagines

💕 Nothing Fits: Jisoo

My hand skims over the different fabrics hanging up before it lands on an outfit.  

My foot tapping as I inspect it. I quickly judged whether it could fit by laying it against my chest and preening at it in the mirror. My fingers automatically fiddle with my wedding ring as I think.  

I throw it over my shoulders anyways; after all, looks can be deceiving. I roll the shirt down over my chest and down to my stomach- where I keep bumping into issues. I adjust the material, slightly stretching it in doing so. 

Nope. Too tight. Too short. Half my bump was hanging out. As one last resort, I pick up the dungaree shorts and pull them up my legs. I hoped and held my breath, even slightly sucked my stomach in but that made no difference to its size. The shorts couldn't make it over my hips. 

I tried, I really tried. 

I yanked and tugged and yanked some more to no avail. No matter how hard I tried to persuade the clothes, they didn't fit. And that was the last outfit in my wardrobe too. 

My scalp tingles, as the desire to pull my hair out increases. I scoff a 'hmph' as I stomp out of the shorts before removing the top rather aggressively and throwing it on the floor. As if it had insulted me. 

I trudge over to Jisoo's wardrobe, swinging the doors open and pulling out one of her t-shirts. I gently slide it over my head and allow the loose fabric to fall over my bump to above my mid-thigh. Usually, they would be a bit more baggy but, still they were the only thing that fit me right now. 

I wandered into the kitchen, bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor. My feet guide me to the fridge. It didn't take long to find something sweet. As I was retrieving the precious ice cream, two hands reached around my back and cradled my bump. 

"Whatcha doin?" Jisoo hums as she lightly rests her head on my shoulder. Her lips graze my neck while her hands caress my round belly. 

"I'm gonna eat some ice cream, what's it look like I'm doing?" I sigh. I place the tub on the counter before grabbing two spoons from the utensil drawer. 

"What's wrong?" I feel her stand straight, recognising my mood. 

"Why does there have to be something wrong for me to want to eat ice cream? I'm craving it okay?" My tone showed my irritation. 

"Yes but usually the ice cream craving happens late at night, not in the afternoon." I hang my head slightly. 

She's not wrong. 

She watches me toss the lid to one side and load my spoon, leaning against the counter to face her. She reaches out to lift my face to meet her eyes while my spoon is in mid air, seconds away from being devoured. Her eyes are intent on mine, silently pressing for an answer. 

"Fine. None of my clothes fit. " I say as I shovel the spoonful into my mouth. 

"And? You're growing our baby, of course you're gonna get bigger." 

"I know but I guess it's because I haven't had the chance to get any maternity clothes or really notice my size change since being off work. "Jisoo nods her head in realisation. I'd been off work because I'd had some minor health issues during my pregnancy and Jisoo didn't want me to take any chances. Since I've the habit of wearing Jisoo's clothes around the house rather than my own I hadn't realised my bump growth so much. 

She moves the ice cream out of my hand before enveloping me in a much needed hug. Her hand cups the back of my head. Her affection gave a boost of warmth.  

"It's okay, I get it. It surprises you, and you feel out of sorts." She mumbles into my hair. I just nod.  

"I'm gonna have to go shopping to get new clothes before going back to work on Monday." I say. 

"About that, are you sure you're okay to go back to work?" Jisoo pulls back a little to look into my face. Her concern warms my heart. 

I rest my hand on her cheek and gently caress it with my thumb. I can't help the overwhelming urge to kiss her. I lean in and press my lips firmly on her. I sigh into the kiss, leaning further into it.  I felt at peace. 

I've a wife who loves me and a beautiful baby on the way. Jisoo's hands wrap around my waist pulling me closer until my stomach bumps into her. 

I start to laugh into the kiss and her lips turn up into a grin as we pull away.  

Her hands caressed the arch of my bump. 

Just then, the baby started moving. 

My hand immediately latches onto Jisoo's, her eyes flash to mine, laced in panic. I squeeze it as I whisper, "Baby's moving." 

Jisoo crouched down to face my belly. "Hey baby..." Both her hands are cupping by bump. Then, perfectly timed, Baby gave a kick. 

If someone's face could have embodied the New Years firework show - it was Jisoo's face at that exact moment when she felt it.  

"I can't wait to have a family with you." I say.

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