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❤️🩹Take My Hand...❤️🩹 (Jisung X BPS yn)
⚠️This story contains themes of depression and self-harm, so if you are sensitive to these topics, it may be best to skip this narrative⚠️
In this tale, yn and Jisung face a significant challe...
Yn's POV The past two weeks have been quite eventful. It all started when Jisung told me I had placenta previa. Since that day, I've been in the hospital. I've been spending most of my time in bed, but at least I’ve managed to make the room feel a little more like home. Jisung has been by my side every night and even during the day when he doesn’t have to go to work. I'm really grateful that so many of our friends have come to check on me.
Right now, I’m sitting on the bed with this on.
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I’m searching for first names for Goo and Gi. Jisung and I have decided that we want all our children to have both Korean and African names, so the twins will each have an African first name. As I continue my search, I hear the door creak open. I glance over to see Jisung entering with a tray in hand.
“Hi, my love!!!” I exclaim.
“Hi, Mamas!!!” he replies, a warm smile spreading across his face.
He approaches me and kisses me gently before placing the tray on my lap. A smile forms on my lips as I take in the sweet gesture.
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"Thank you, love!!!"
He smiled and kissed my cheek.
"Of course, Mamas!!! What are you up to???" Jisung asked.
"I'm trying to find the first names for Goo and Gi. I just found Goo's a few minutes ago," I replied.
He nodded with interest.
"What is it???" he asked.
"Gayle. It means 'my father is joy,'" I said, beaming.
His eyes lit up. "Gayle Goo... I love it!!!"
I giggled, then glanced back at my phone, still smiling.
"You must have found our boy's first name too!!!" he said, excitement in his voice.
I nodded, unable to contain my joy.
"What is it???" he pressed.
"Gamba. It's an African name for boys, meaning 'warrior!!!'" I exclaimed.
His smile widened. "Gamba Gi... I love it!!!"
I nodded enthusiastically.
"Our babies finally have names!!!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
He smiled back, and we both dug into the cookies, savoring the moment!!!
