Baby Sua || Straykids Family Fic

~chapter 15~

The car ride back was pretty chill. Minho held Han's hand, occasionally bringing it up to his mouth and kissing the back of it. Han forcefully tried to keep his eyes open long enough but eventually won over him as he fell asleep.

"Hannie," Minho softly spoke, rubbing his arm as he leaned over and unhooked his seat. "Come on, we're home," he kissed his cheek softly. He slowly started to open his eyes as Minho helped him out of the car.

"Let...let me help with the gifts," Han softly said, turning to the trunk.

"It's okay. I already put everything in the house," he softly laughed. Somehow, he slept through the multiple trips.

"Why didn't you wake me??" Han whined as he looked back at him.

"It was a long day, but it's okay," Minho said, kissing the side of his head. He wrapped his arm firmly around his waist, pulling him closer. Han smiled as he laid his head on his shoulder.

"I'll come in a minute," he said after they walked in. Han nodded his head as he sluggishly walked up the stairs. Minho walked over to the kitchen, throwing the keys on the counter. They left the cake at Hyunjin, knowing that both he and Sua would want more in the morning. But the pudding, he took that home with him. And they were really good.

He put the rest in the fridge, leaving one out for him to eat. He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and leaned over the counter. Spooning a scoop of the pudding into his mouth. Followed by mmms of enjoyment. Quickly delving back in for another bite. It was impressive how quickly he could finish a cup. Eyeing the fridge as he turned to rinse off his spoon.

He laughed at himself as he threw the cup away and headed up the stairs. As he walked up to their shared room, he couldn't help but think about their conversation earlier. He never wanted to pressure him. He was okay with waiting until he was ready; he just worried so much about him, especially when whatever it was was bad enough for him to lie. But he knew he would tell him when he was ready.

He smiled as he walked into the room, a pair of clothes hanging off the edge of the bed that Han had pulled out for him. He crossed his arms, gripping the hem of his shirt as he pulled it off. Replacing it with the black tank top and changing into the shorts.

"That pudding, babe..." he started to ramble about as he sat on the edge of the bed facing the closed bathroom door. Just going on and on about them, he was obsessed.

"I knew you'd like them," Han giggled as he opened the bathroom door.

"Hi, beautiful," Minho smiled, reaching out his hand for Han and pulling him between his legs. He placed both hands on his waist and softly started kissing his stomach.

"M-Minho," Han softly stuttered, gently swiping his hands off his waist.

"What's wrong??" he softly asked again as he pulled him back against him, sitting him on his lap. Han didn't know how to say it. He didn't know what the right words were. It didn't help that Minho's hands were still on his waist, gently sliding against his sides.

"I'm..." Han started to say, his voice and body clearly shaken. It shouldn't be this hard for him; he'd been pregnant before, but Minho's eyes were full of worry as he stared back at him, waiting for his response. Softly cooing at him as he continued caressing his waist.

"Fuck I'm p-pregnant," he blurted out. Like before, avoiding his eyes, he couldn't bear his reaction, whatever it was. The words completely halted Minho's movement. His hands gripping onto his waist. He let out a disbelieving breath, blinking back at him. He tilted his head and looked down at his stomach, carefully bringing his hand to it.

"You're pregnant," Minho softly repeated, not taking his eyes off his stomach, gently rubbing his hand against him.

"Mhm," Han nodded his head, still looking away from him.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Minho softly asked as he glanced up at him. Slow tears dropped down his cheek.

"Because...Because I can't tell if you're happy or upset," Han cried out. 

"Hannie, seriously," he laughed as he lifted his eyes from his stomach and looked back up at him, pulling his head so he could see his eyes. "You're giving me another baby, why would I be upset??" he rhetorically asked, taking his thumbs and wiping away the tears under his eyes. "Baby, you're pregnant," he softly smiled at him.

"Yeah"

"Is this why you were so quiet earlier?? Did you find out today?" Minho asked, continuing to wipe his tears for him.

"Felix assumed I might've been and had an extra test," Han softly said.

"And you couldn't tell me," He surprisingly said.

"I was worried. Because I remember how it was with Sua, I basically forced you to have a baby," Han tried to explain. 

"You didn't force me to do anything, and you know I love Sua."

"I know, but-"

"No, I love Sua. And I'll love this baby just as much. I'd love it if we had another baby or 14 more. I want as many babies with the love of my life."

"The love of your life." Han hadn't thought about this once. Thought that Minho wouldn't care because he loved him so much. That he'd be happy as long as he was.

"Remember soulmates."

"Soulmates," Han repeated, burying his head in his neck and hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled softly.

"For nothing," Minho said, hugging him and wrapping his arms around his back. "We're having another baby," he cheerfully said. He was beyond excited, already so excited to meet him or her. "Omg, Sua's gonna be so excited," he said as he pulled away, his smile so wide looking back at him.

"Oh yeah, Sua," Han laughed, recalling what she had said the night before her birthday.

"I want this off," Minho said as he pulled at his shirt, helping pull it off. His fingers trailed against his stomach, immediately finding the lining of the scar from Sua's birth. Leaning into his stomach as he kissed him again. Whispering softly to his stomach.

Han giggled at him, stroking his hands through his hair as he cutely continued. "I...I think it's a boy," he unsurely let out.

"A BOY!!" Minho exclaimed, pulling his head back at him.

"Wait, I'm not sure," Han quickly defended. "But when I read Sua to sleep last night, she said something about her little brother. I didn't think of anything then, but now it might mean a baby boy." he ranted.

Minho just smiled back at him, aggressively shoving their lips together as he switched their positions. He pulled him closer to the edge of the bed as he continued the kiss. "You're giving me a son," he said in between the kisses, moving his lips against his chin and down to his neck.

"I-I think so," Han moaned as he held onto his waist.

"What's the rule against sex while pregnant??" He smirked as he hooked his fingers in his boxers. Kissing his stomach, something he was never gonna stop doing. "Cause I really want to fuck the man that's giving me a son," he groaned, looking up to Han, flushed red covering his eyes with his arm.

"Do it," Han whispered, sliding his hand behind his back and desperately pushing his body closer to him. Minho smiled as he moved his arm from his face, letting his fingers gently brush against his blushed cheek. He pushed his chin up slightly before softly pulling at his lips.