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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ 8

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Chan slowly opened his sleep ridden eyes, a yawn escaping his slightly chapped lips. He tried sitting up but was stopped by arms stretched across his abdomen.

He was very puzzled for two split seconds before his sleepy brain cells awakened, with the memories of the afternoon and night before.

Chan blushed heavily at the thoughts, letting out a quiet but flustered filled screech that had the leader fidgeting about.

The older, who was once whisked away to Dreamland, shifted from the movement, opening his eyes slowly.

"Mornin'" Minho mumbled, his voice thick with sleep; holding the younger firmly encouraging Chan to lay down.

"Morning hyung." Chan whispered back, a small smile gracing his lips as he gave in and laid with the older.

Minho held him close and used one hand to caress Chan's baby bump.

The younger sighed at the contact cuddling into the older, letting Minho's warm coffee scent surround him.

Chan couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like Minho in his life, just the other day; nowhere in his mind would he'd ever thought that cuddling with Minho in the older's bed was ever gonna happen.

"What's the time?" Minho questioned.

"Um...9:00 am, I think." Chan answered, his eyes glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

The older groaned, his face burrowing into the pillow.

"It's too early, I wanna sleep." He whined.

Chan chuckled, his hand moving to pet the older's hair.

"Well, we can't stay in bed forever plus your child is hungry." Chan said, emphasizing the last words.

The younger's tummy grumbled, adding to the statement.

"Your lucky your both cute." Minho grumbled, his arm tightening around the younger's waist.

Chan blushed, a giggle escaping his lips.

He couldn't help but feel warm inside, fluttering with both happiness and safety, something he hasn't felt in a long time.

With so much stress and pressure he's felt during these short but oh so long months, having his mate here with his strong arms softly but protectively around their baby.

It was a nice swirling feeling.

'I really didn't deserve this.'

Minho noticed the expression on Chan's face, worry etching his features.

"You're making that face" The older spoke, his voice laced with both concern and annoyance.

Chan let a nervous laugh escape his lips.

"E-Eh? What expression?" Chan asked in confusion.

"You know the face that says, something good is happening to me, I don't deserve; that kind of bullshit."

As Chan was about to uselessly attempt to defend himself of Minho's mind-um face reading abilities, on que, Changbin and Hyunjin barged into the room with Seungmin, Jisung, Felix and Jeongin hot on their heels.

"Channie! Minho hyung! You wouldn't believe- Oh shit." Jisung spoke stopping his sentence.

Chan and Minho turned their heads, their eyes meeting their group members, both of their faces were flushed.