"Baby," you say with your arm lying over Jungkook's chest. He's lying with his eyes closed but his hand rests on your belly.
"Hmm?" He hums.
"If I get really really fat, will you still love me?" You ask getting stupid ideas inside your head.
"Don't ask such stupid questions," he says. "I'll love you no matter what."
You smile and hold him tighter.
You try to remove his hand so that you can get up from bed and start your day. He refuses to move his hand away.
"Jungkook, I have to get up or I'll be late for work," you complain. He instead rests his head on your abdomen. He giggles looking at you innocently.
"Look at you, I was worrying and crying for no reason," you say running your fingers through his hair which he hasn't cut ever since your wedding.
"It's not that bad. If we were to plan I think some or the other would've kept me delaying from doing it but now that it's there I guess I'm not that unprepared... we're grown ups and we've had our years in our careers plus we get like eight to nine months to prepare," he speaks drawing hearts on your belly making you feel ticklish.
"I'm happy," he whispers.
"Me too," you reply.
"Why are pregnancies so long? I don't think I'll last through more than thirty weeks of waiting," he pouts.
"You do know that the end of this is the most dreadful part for me," you say.
"Yeah, still I wanna know who this person is, even the doctor's appointment is a week away. I wanna see it on the ultrasound and hear it's heartbeat," he says.
You're reminded of how joyfully he saw the video of Hyewon and Namjoon listening to their baby's heartbeat for the first time.
"It's too small right now," you tell him.
"I know, it's my little bean," he says.
"Our!" You say loudly asserting your role too.
He hears the growl of your stomach and gets up quickly.
"I'm going to make breakfast for you, a filling nourishing breakfast," he says walking out of the room.
He makes a traditional breakfast with eggs and veggies. Offers you more rice than you eat usually. Weirdly you don't like the taste of rice this morning so you refuse.
He brings you a glass of milk. Then hands you three tiffin boxes, two with fruit snacks and one with lunch. Asks you not to eat junk from outside or any processed food.
"I'll happily be pregnant forever if it means I get pampered by you like this," you tease him.
"I'm ready to make a football team with you," he jokes but in a serious tone.
"Yeah and then I'll be the football which they'll all be kicking," you say. He laughs and unable to control your laughter, you laugh with him.
He pulls you closer to his body. Presses kisses all over your face.
"Be careful while you're at work. Don't keep sitting all the time. Move around a little. Don't get angry. Don't lift anything heavy," he instructs gravely.
"What do you want for dinner? Any cravings?" He asks.
"I don't know yet. I'll text you if I want anything particular," you tell him before you put a peck on his cheek and leave for work.
Jungkook prints out a calendar and puts it on the fridge. He marks the month you're supposed to deliver in as baby month. He encircles the date you're supposed to visit the doctor and makes a heart around the previous day when you got to know.
He checks the whole kitchen for unhealthy things and hides them where you can't reach them in case you get home back hungry and lazily munch on them.
He writes, "We can do it!" and "You're strong" on post its and puts them on the fridge door too.
He goes to work but all day long he thinks about what you are doing. He keeps texting you to ask if you're doing okay and if he should send something to eat to your office. He keeps sending affirmations every couple hours.
You get to take a few minutes off during lunch. Instead of eating at your desk, you go out to eat in the nearby park. You sit on the bench and stare at the sky and take a moment to let it all sink in.
Your mind goes back to where you were a year ago. Thinking you'll die alone and unloved. A year later now, you're married, in love, being loved and have a baby on the way. You have a home and a family of your own.
At night, you wait for the whole dinner just to get in bed and relax after the long day.
"What Byeol is a nice name, come on!" Jungkook argues with you insisting that if it's a girl he wants to name it Byeol.
"If it's a girl it can only be Saehyun," you impose.
"Then if it's a boy, it'll be Suho. That's it." He says.
"We'll know when the baby's there, okay?" You say touching his cheeks.
"Let's sleep." He says trying to give you enough space to sleep in.
The next morning you wake up with a nauseous feeling. The smell of garlics or onions make it even worse.
Jungkook asks if you really have to go to the office and not work from home. You insist on going but end up vomiting after reaching there.
The rest of the day passes by peacefully with Jungkook's usual texts and calls unnecessarily worrying about you too much.
The bed is heaven for you once again when you finally lie down on your soft mattress. You and Jungkook watch some funny videos to wind down.
You get a silly idea and suggest, "Hey, let's make a wishlist with baby stuff."
"Alright. I think it'll be nice to have an idea what things cost," he says.
You two look at onesies and rompers and dresses which make you wish that it's a girl, strollers and cribs and toys. Jungkook learns a whole new concept of montessori toys. He bookmarks pages to go on a deep dive about it later.
The next day you find some blood on your underwear and freak out. It's very little so you tell yourself it's not anything. Still you keep checking again and again. You keep it from Jungkook because you know he'll panic. You wash the evidence away and hang it to dry away from his eyes.
When you let yourself relax after not finding any more blood for the whole day. The night ends with you bleeding again.
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BRIDE WITH BENEFITS | JJK
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