♡𝓜𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮♡

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Sab kuch mere liye tere baad hai
Sau baaton ki ik baat hai
Main na jaunga kabhi tujhe chhod ke
Yeh jaan le

O karam Khudaya hai
Tera pyar jo paaya hai
Tujhpe marke hi toh
Mujhe jeena aaya hai

O tere sang yaara
Khushrang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main zard sitaara

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𝒴𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱 :-

I'm sitting on my bed, enjoying a relaxing afternoon watching RUN BTS episodes while caressing my 6-month baby bump. The door opens, and my lovely husband walks in with a tray of food in his hand.

"Lunchtime, mummy!" he says with a smile.

I pout and reply, "Stop calling me mummy, Jimin!"

Jimin chuckles and says, "Okay, I'm sorry. I won't call you mummy. Now sit straight, I'll feed you."

He starts feeding me nutritious food, and I feel grateful for his care. These days, his parents are staying with us, and no one is letting me do any work. They only tell me to rest, which has become my daily routine.

Jimin reminds me, "We have to go to the monthly checkup tomorrow, baby, so be ready."

After taking the last bite, I say, "Jimin, I want to drink chocolate milkshake."

Jimin smiles and replies, "Okay, I'll get it for you. And one more thing, aren't you bored watching this RUN BTS episode of ours?"

I smile and respond, "No, as an ARMY and RM oppa as my bias, I don't feel bored."

Jimin shows a hint of jealousy on his face and says with fake anger, "Fine, watch YOUR RM oppa."

I tease him, "Oh, oh, mochi, don't get jealous. I'm only yours. My bias is not only RM oppa, I stand for OT7, but as your Mr. cutie, sexy, lovely husband, I love you more and our baby too."

Jimin smiles, sits next to me, and says, "I love you too, Mrs. Cutie, sexy, lovely wifey. But how are you so sure that we will have a boy baby?"

I remind him, "Remember, mom gave us a Bal Gopal on our first anniversary?"

Jimin nods, and I continue, "So I know it's a boy baby, my kanna."

Jimin shows off his biceps and says, "Okay then, man power!"

I shake my head at his drama, but he continues, "Don't be sad babygirl, the next one will be a girl, just like you."

He whispers in my ear, and I blush. He pecks my lips and says, "Now don't blush, wifey. I'll go bring your chocolate milkshake."

I nod, and he leaves the room. After some time, he returns with two glasses of milkshake and sits beside me.

"Why did you bring two glasses?" I ask him.

Jimin smiles and replies, "I know it's your favorite, so our baby would have asked for one more glass, so I brought extra."

I smile at him, thinking, "He knows me more than myself." We spend our time watching TV together.