First Dance

Whisper Of Love

'In her heart winter has arrived to finally claim its prize and into unconsciousness she slips as whispered words, "I love you" leave her gentle lips.'

Yoongi holds the door open so that Namjoon can carry out the dinner dishes.

"Thank you, hyung." 

Yoongi nods as Namjoon passes him. Then he closes the door behind Namjoon.

Yoongi walks over to the bed, kisses your cheek, and lightly lays his hand on your rounded tummy, asking, "How is the little one today?"

 He moves his hand to hold yours and sits beside you.

"The baby is fine, getting a little restless, I think." 

You smile at Yoongi, hoping your smile will convince him you are okay. He may appear to have a hard shell on the outside, but inside, he is tender and loving.

"What did you want to talk to me about? Namjoon told me that he and you wanted Jimin and me to be the baby's godfathers. I am deeply honored and proud you chose me."

"We are both . . ." you hitch a breath as you feel your heart do a hard flip.

"Are you alright, Hana . . ." he asks with concern as he places his hand on both sides of your face, "Hana, what's going on?"

You pat his hands with yours, trying to reassure him and tell another lie: "It's okay. I think the baby just jumped." You force a laugh, trying not to freak him out.

"Yoongi, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything love, anything I can."

"Please look after my Jooni. More than anyone, you understand what he will go through if I'm not here. I need you to do this for me."

"Hana, why are you talking like that? You will be here for Namjoon. The baby will need you, too."

You sigh as a pain squeezes across your lower back. "Yoongi, I haven't talked to anyone about this, not even Jooni. I don't want him to worry any more than he already is."

 You lighten your hold on his hand. "You are the strongest among them and you are close to my heart."

"Tell me."  He demands firmly of you like he would do one of his younger members. "Tell me what's wrong."

"The doctors told me that I, that I may not live to see my baby born."

"No! No, I don't believe it. You will live, you will Hana. We need you." Tears begin to fall from his eyes.

"Yoongi, please don't cry. Please do one more thing for me. Could you please set up a marriage ceremony here today? I know it's a lot to ask on such short notice, but could you do this? Find someone to marry Jooni and me today?"

He runs his hand over his face and through his hair. With stress laced through his voice, he says, "Damn it, Hana, you're freaking me out." 

 He sees the look on your face and quickly comforts you, saying, "Okay, okay, I will. I'll call my uncle, he performs marriages. But shouldn't Namjoon know why? I know you two have plans for a wedding, but shouldn't you tell him why you want to move up the marriage?"

"Yoongi, I think I'm in labor. He will understand."

He pulls out his cell phone and texts his uncle. He doesn't see you have pushed back into the pile of pillows behind you, gripping the sheets in pain. It passes, and you relax. I'm glad he didn't notice. He looks up at you and pauses before he speaks, taking a tissue from the bedside nightstand and wiping your brow.

"Hana, you're sweating. Are you too hot? Do you need me to turn the air conditioner on?" Concerned, he stands, leans over you, and wipes your face.

"When will your uncle get here?" you whisper, trying not to panic as your heart skips a beat.

"He was already headed in this direction. He should be here in about 5 minutes, give or take a minute for traffic."

You weakly say, "Good, good. I've waited so long to be called Jooni's wife."

You push back into your pillows, and both your hands go to hold your tummy. You urgently whisper, "Yoongi, get Namjoon."

He jumps out of the chair, his heart racing as he runs from the room, yelling for Namjoon. He calls an ambulance as he runs through the house. 

"Where the hell are you Namjoon!?"

Your heart keeps skipping, and you can't catch your breath while your tummy is busy contracting in labor. It stops when the contractions stop, and you can slowly catch your breath.

'Hold on, little one, just a little longer, sweetheart. Please hold on for mommy.'

Hearing Yoongi yelling, Jin comes out of his room, asking frantically, "What's wrong? Is it Hana? Is she in labor?"

"Yes, and yes, where the hell is Namjoon?" Shouts Yoongi.

Jin runs while explaining that Namjoon is out in the backyard with the others playing with Bam and Tannie. They burst out the back door together, causing the others to look their way. Nothing needs to be said as Namjoon sees their expressions and starts running toward them to go inside.

He races to the bedroom and sees you just sitting there, your hands on your tummy, silent tears rolling down your face. In the distance, the sirens of an ambulance can be heard by the others as they run into the house.

You see him and whisper his name, "Jooni, Jooni . . . I." Another contraction has started.

He takes your hand in his, asking, "What is it? Has labor started?"

You look up into his eyes, and right before yours close, you whisper, "I love you," as your hand slips from his.

"Hana? Hana!!" he gently shakes you. "HAANNNAAAA! No No NO! Don't you fucking leave me!!"