The morning light bathed the apartment in a warm, golden hue as Y/N and Namjoon sat down for breakfast. Despite the simplicity of the meal—just toast, eggs, and some fruit—the atmosphere was charged with a quiet excitement. Every glance, every touch seemed to carry the weight of the incredible news they had shared the night before.
Y/N sipped her tea, stealing glances at Namjoon as he sat across from her. He was unusually quiet, but she could see the wheels turning in his mind. She knew him well enough to know that he was already thinking several steps ahead, planning, preparing for the changes that were coming their way.
"You okay?" she asked gently, breaking the comfortable silence.
Namjoon looked up from his plate, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I’m okay. Just... trying to wrap my head around everything." He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I still can’t believe it, you know? But I’m so excited. I just want to make sure we do everything right."
Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with love for him. "We will," she assured him. "We’ll figure it out together."
After finishing their breakfast, Namjoon insisted on cleaning up, wanting to keep Y/N as relaxed as possible. She watched him move around the kitchen, her thoughts drifting to the day ahead. They had decided to see a doctor today to confirm the pregnancy and learn more about what to expect in the coming months. It was a big step, one that made everything feel even more real.
Once the kitchen was tidied, they gathered their things and headed out. The drive to the doctor’s office was a quiet one, the city bustling with life outside the car windows as they made their way through the streets. Namjoon kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Y/N’s knee, his thumb brushing soothing circles over her skin.
As they pulled into the parking lot, Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. It wasn’t that she was afraid, exactly, but the anticipation of what was to come—the confirmation, the reality of it all—was overwhelming. Namjoon seemed to sense her unease, because he turned to her before they got out of the car, his eyes filled with understanding.
"Hey," he said softly, taking her hand in his. "We’re in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we’ll handle it."
Y/N nodded, grateful for his steady presence. "I know. Thank you, Joon."
They walked into the clinic hand in hand, the cool air inside a stark contrast to the warmth outside. After checking in at the front desk, they were directed to a waiting room, where they sat together, their hands still intertwined.
It wasn’t long before a nurse called Y/N’s name, leading them back to an exam room. The room was small and sterile, but Namjoon’s presence beside her made it feel less intimidating. The nurse asked Y/N a few preliminary questions before stepping out to let them wait for the doctor.
Namjoon looked around the room, his eyes landing on the various pamphlets and posters about pregnancy and childbirth. "This is really happening, isn’t it?" he said, half to himself, a hint of amazement in his voice.
Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. "It is. We’re going to be parents."
The doctor arrived a few minutes later, greeting them warmly before getting down to business. After a brief conversation about Y/N’s symptoms and medical history, the doctor performed an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft whir of the machine as the doctor moved the wand over Y/N’s stomach.
Then, suddenly, there it was—a small, flickering heartbeat on the screen, barely perceptible but undeniably there. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes filling with tears as she watched the tiny life that had already captured her heart.
Namjoon stared at the screen in awe, his grip on Y/N’s hand tightening as he tried to process what he was seeing. "That’s... that’s our baby," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
The doctor smiled, nodding. "Yes, it is. Congratulations, you’re about six weeks along."
Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off the screen, her heart swelling with a love so deep it was almost overwhelming. Namjoon leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his own eyes glistening with tears. "I love you so much," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "Both of you."
After the ultrasound, the doctor discussed what they could expect in the coming months—appointments, tests, milestones. There was so much information, but Namjoon took it all in, determined to be as prepared as possible. He asked questions, made mental notes, all while holding Y/N’s hand, a constant source of support and strength.
By the time they left the clinic, the reality of their situation had fully sunk in. They were going to be parents, and while the road ahead was still uncertain, they were ready to face it together. As they walked back to the car, Namjoon paused, turning to Y/N with a serious expression.
"We’re really doing this," he said, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and determination. "We’re going to be a family."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. "Yes, we are. And I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else."
With that, they got into the car and headed home, ready to begin the next chapter of their lives, hand in hand, heart to heart.
