My Beloved Surrogate ~M.Y.G / P.J.M~

~TWO~

|| Yoongi P. O. V||

I was staring at the children in the daycare, this daycare has been always here .. I never thought I'd look at it with such longing. ~sighs~ who would have thought my marriage life would be like this .I was thinking all these things when suddenly my phone started ringing. It's mom ," Yes eomma?" ," Yoongi, are you still at the office?" " No eomma, I'm on my way to home ." " Oh , Did you visit the doctor I told you about?" ~ sighs~ 'again this..' I thought. " Yes eomma we did." "So..?", She said, waiting for my reply. I can sense the eagerness and a lil bit of hope in her voice but sadly... I have to break that hope of hers . " No eomma...the reports are same this time also ." I heard her sigh heavily " Yoongi,son it's been 3 years already." " Yes eomma I know but we're trying our best , *I* am trying my best ..you know nah ..how painful it feels when the doctor quotes the words ' Mrs. Min you cannot get pregnant '? I have seen Naeun almost breaking down. Each and every time we visit a doctor she has to hear those horrible words. Still she's trying..and .." I was about to say more but she cut me " Yoongi.." I immediately shut my mouth.My mother can be dangerous sometimes. After few seconds of silence she continued " I can very well understand Naeun's condition. But you don't have forever Yoongi! You're the one and only son of the Min family. We need an heir for the family to continue." I closed my eyes shut and deeply inhaled ' again this family thing ' I understand her concern about the family but Naeun is also important. My parents should take it easy on her . She's been continuously getting hurt but still enduring it . Just the night before the previous night she became so upset after returning from the doctor. She was painfully frustrated. I tried to comfort her down but that made it worse . She started crying and shouting. I exhaled and tried to explain it to my mom, " Eomma, I understand your concern. I know...but eomma I am doing whatever I can. Let's just wait a little longer ...hm?..give me and Naeun some time.. I'm sure we .." , " No Yoongi!" I halted .Her tone changed . "You've been saying the same thing for the last 2 years now ! We can't give you more time . " I groaned internally. They're always like this . I am getting frustrated now. " Then what should I do eomma?" I tried to keep my voice calm . " Tell me what should I do? It's not in our hands,is it?" " I know. Naeun's becoming a mother is not in our hands but ...giving the Min family an heir is in your hands ." I frowned, 'what's this all about?' . " What do you mean? I don't understand. Naeun .." before I could speak further she said ," If Naeun can't give us an heir then someone else will." She said monotonously. My eyes widened. I can't believe she's..." Eomma! Are you crazy? You ...you want me to marry someone else just because Naeun can't give you an heir?! ". "Why ? what's crazy about it? It's not like you'll be marrying for the second time for fun . It's because of the circumstances. And from the amounts of times you've visited the doctors and what the reports say I don't think there's any hope of her becoming a mother anymore.." " but eomma,Naeun.." " No Yoongi! No ..no more words ..no more talking on this . I and your appa has already talked about it . You have 1 week. Talk it out with Naeun . From the next week we'll start looking for a suitable girl for you ." " Eomma just listen to me once.." " I don't know Yoongi! As I said you don't have forever. Naeun should also understand our decision. Next week we'll let you know as soon as we find someone and that's final. End of discussion, Yoongi!" Before I could say anything else she cut the call. I groaned loudly and hit the steering. How could they do that? How?...what should I tell Naeun ? How would I tell her? She'd be devastated. She's already in a horrible state ,if I tell her about THIS then she'll totally break down. 'Second marriage '! What the hell!!! " Agh..what do I do now?" I looked at the daycare once more and then at my phone recalling my mother's words. Her last lines are ringing in my head again and again. I groaned again " My life's a mess!"