The Nanny |Chanbaek {COMPLETED}

Chapter Forty-seven |Finale|

Dear Lovely Readers,

Welcome to the final chapter of The Nanny! 💕 It's been an incredible journey, and I want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for being here, for your support, and for following this story to the very end. Your love and dedication have meant the world to me, and I truly hope this last chapter brings you as much joy as writing it has brought me.

I hope you enjoy this final chapter, and once again, thank you for being part of this journey. 💖🌸
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A few months after the hearing

The night was quiet, the house wrapped in a soft calmness. Chanyeol and Baekhyun were preparing for bed, the sound of running water and faint murmurs filling the air. The bathroom lights glowed warmly as Baekhyun stood in front of the counter, toothbrush in hand, moving it in lazy circles as he brushed his teeth.

Suddenly, Baekhyun winced, his hand automatically moving to his swollen belly. The discomfort wasn't unusual, but this pain felt different, sharper, more intense. He let out a low groan, leaning forward slightly onto the counter for support. Chanyeol, who was adjusting the temperature in the shower, turned immediately.

"Baby, are you okay?" Chanyeol's deep voice echoed concern, and he was at Baekhyun's side in an instant.

Baekhyun nodded but frowned, spitting out the toothpaste. "It's just...my stomach...and my waist. I feel this pressure...it's a bit painful."

Chanyeol's brows furrowed as he placed a gentle hand on Baekhyun's waist, his thumb moving in soothing circles. "Let me help. Does it hurt here?" He pressed a little more firmly, offering a soft massage to ease Baekhyun's discomfort.

Baekhyun groaned in response, leaning over the counter further as Chanyeol continued to knead the tense muscles of his waist. "It's still hurting," Baekhyun muttered, his voice laced with both frustration and pain. "Inside...my stomach too."

Chanyeol's hands stilled for a moment. His mind raced as he thought about the timing. "Wait, baby," he said softly. "Is it...time? What does the calendar say? Are you...?"

Baekhyun's breath caught, his eyes beginning to water. He looked down at his belly, feeling the weight and the movement inside. "I...I don't know. I think...I think the babies...the babies are coming, Yeol."

Chanyeol's heart skipped a beat. "The babies? Now?" His voice was filled with concern, but he kept his calm, trying not to panic.

Baekhyun's breathing became shallow, his hand gripping the counter tightly. He let out a small, pained whimper before a scream tore through his throat, filling the bathroom with raw emotion.

Chanyeol's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing. "Baekhyun!" He rushed to his side, his hands gently cupping Baekhyun's face. "What is it? Should I take you to the hospital? Should we go now?"

Baekhyun, teary-eyed and trembling, clutched Chanyeol's arm, his voice barely a whisper as he said, "Our baby...hospital, now...please, now!"

His free hand slapped Chanyeol's shoulder repeatedly, a desperate plea mixed with fear and urgency. Chanyeol didn't waste another second. He quickly swept Baekhyun into his arms, lifting him by his thighs effortlessly, and took him to the closet to get them dressed up.

"Hold on tight, baby," Chanyeol murmured, his voice calm yet filled with urgency. He quickly grabbed the nearest clothes he could find—a loose polo and shorts—slipping them onto Baekhyun, who was trembling from the sudden pain. Once Baekhyun was dressed, Chanyeol tugged on his shirt and shorts with shaky hands, his mind racing, but his focus remained on Baekhyun.