Next day :
Yoongi's Pov
Yoongi : "Jimin,"
I mumbled, my voice muffled against his soft, warm stomach.
Yoongi : "Why don't I have a belly yet?"
I lay sprawled across him, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, a steady rhythm that calmed the anxieties swirling in my mind.
For the past ten minutes, I'd been staring at my reflection in the mirror, hoping for some sign of change, but my stomach remained stubbornly flat. I felt a pang of disappointment, a yearning for the physical manifestation of the miracle growing inside me.
Jimin chuckled, his hand coming up to stroke my hair, the touch calming and reassuring.
Jimin : "Baby Yoongi,"
he said, his voice laced with fondness,
Jimin : "it's only been a week. Give it time."
But I wanted a bump! I'd seen pictures, read stories, heard everyone rave about how adorable the baby bump is. It was supposed to be a symbol of the life growing inside, a physical connection to the tiny being we were creating together.
Yoongi : "But I want a bump! Everyone says it's so cute, the little baby bump,"
I whined, shifting slightly, burying my face further into his shirt, seeking comfort in his warmth.
Jimin : "It's cute,"
Jimin agreed, his voice soft and reassuring,
Jimin :"but it takes time to form, love. The baby is still so small, like a little bean growing inside you."
I met his gaze, his soft brown eyes full of understanding and love, a gentle warmth radiating from them.
Yoongi : "I just..."
I struggled to articulate the emotions bubbling inside me,
Yoongi : "...I want to feel it, you know? I want to feel connected to this tiny little life growing inside me."
Jimin : "Our little life,"
Jimin corrected gently, his smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, the kiss light and tender.
Jimin : "You'll feel it soon enough, Yoongi. Just trust me."
His words, his touch, his reassurance washed over me like a calming wave, easing the anxieties that had been brewing within me. Maybe he was right. Maybe I just needed to be patient.
Yoongi : "Okay,"
I whispered, snuggling back into his arms, seeking comfort in his presence, feeling a wave of trust wash over me. I knew, deep down, that the wait was worth it.
The miracle of life was unfolding within me, and I would feel it soon enough. For now, I would simply trust Jimin and let the warmth of his love envelop me, carrying me through this new, exciting, and sometimes overwhelming journey.
~~💜~~
Skip 3 months
The waiting room was a symphony of nervous energy, a hum of expectant parents. Jimin, paced beside me, his hand constantly reaching for mine.
My stomach, a traitorous little ball of nerves, grumbled in protest. Three months pregnant, and the baby's first official check-up was here.
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