K-POP Girl Imagines Pt. 4

Anything For You-Moon Gayoung

Moon Gayoung (Actress) x G!P Reader
⚠️Smut⚠️ & Fluff
(A/n: Requested but they asked not to be mentioned.)

Y/n's POV

I hummed to myself, cooking some light breakfast as my wife slept in. I finished up before turning off the burners.

My feet carried me to our room where I saw my wife's sleeping form. Her back was to me, her front facing the wall.

I gingerly walked to her, sliding back under the covers. My hand glided against her hip and wrapped around her waist protectively.

She stirred around, groaning softly. I pressed gentle kisses against her cheek. My thumb stroked the skin of her stomach.

I smiled as her eyes met mine.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Morning," she smiled at me. "What time is it?"

"Nine," I kissed her bare shoulder. "I let you sleep in."

"Thank you," she turned to me.

I pecked her lips, rubbing my nose to hers.

"I made breakfast if you're up for it," I sat up. "Considering."

"Your baby makes me have morning sickness on Mondays and Thursdays the most," Gayoung groaned. "And today is.....what day is it?"

"Sunday," I stroked her slight baby bump.

"I can eat," she sat up. "At least, in peace."

I helped Gayoung out of the bed, leading her out to the kitchen. I got her sat down at the table before bringing over the food.

We ate after I plated some food for the both of us. I watched Gayoung eat, a smile coming across my face.

"What?" She caught me.

"You're just really beautiful," I shrugged.

"I'm shoving food in my mouth," she dismissed me. "And I still have bed hair, that's not true."

"Gayoung," I looked to her seriously. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Even when I'm getting-."

"You're not getting fat," I shook my head. "You're growing our baby in your tummy. That's not fat, that's an Eomma taking care of our little girl."

"I'm glad you think it's a girl too," Gayoung teared up.

"Oh honey," I went to her.

I hugged her, kissing her head. She leaned against me and placed her hand on top of mine as I stroked her stomach.

"Would you have still married me-?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"I didn't even finish my sentence," she sniffled.

"You don't have to," I hummed. "I'll marry you a million times over again if it meant I would be spending the rest of my days with you. Especially when I get to have a baby with you. My answer will never change. I would do anything for you."

"I love you," she cupped my cheeks.

"I love you more," I pecked her lips twice. "Now, let's finish up then we can go for a walk outside or go shopping. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" Her eyes glittered.

"Absolutely," I nodded.

"Don't forget you said that," she leered at me.