Kpop Mpreg OneShots

Woosan ||Ateez||

Wooyoung.  San
☝🏻.         👇🏻

"I thought you left me Woo."
"San?" Wooyoung turned off the stove top before turning to see his husband standing in the doorframe "Sorry baby. I was hoping that you would be hungry. I know he is keeping you awake."
"What did you make?" San questioned.
"Eggs on toast. Will you be able to eat that?" Wooyoung wondered.
San walks into the kitchen to a chair where Wooyoung holds onto San's hands as he sits down "Thanks Woo." San whispers.
Wooyoung kisses his forehead "Of course baby." He lowers his hand towards Sans bump "Good morning baby boy."
San takes a bite of his toast "He has dropped. Can you feel a difference?"
"I already did notice. I noticed before I got out of bed. He is getting prepared to meet us. How does that make you feel?"
San takes another bite of his breakfast, ignoring Wooyoung's concerns.

Wooyoung understood. He heard San talking to his mum earlier this month about the concerns of labour. His medical team advised to San that a c-section would be the safest proceeder of having the baby.
He had not said anything outright to San, except he will respect all of his choices as it is his body and his experience. Only San knows what is best for him and his body.

Wooyoung drank his coffee as he watches San finish his breakfast "Was that enough?" Wooyoung asks. San shakes his head "I want berries." San walks to the fridge. He stands with the fridge door open as he eats his selected berries.

Wooyoung watches in admiration to San.

It was true, the statement that pregnancy does magic to their hair. San had not gotten a haircut, tied back into a little ponytail. All of the years of dying his hair slowly lifting away as his natural hair grows in its place.
San was still active, sometimes too active for Wooyoung's concerns. He started pregnancy Pilates in month six.
Mingi, their dear friend, who reaches height that neither of them will ever grow to see, handed San his older clothes from his only pregnancy. At the time the clothes hung off of San. Now at 38 weeks, the shirts stretch across his bump.

Damn was he beautiful.

Wooyoung drank the remaining coffee in his cup before setting it in the sink "I was thinking."
San hummed "What were you thinking?"
Wooyoung takes San's hands into his own "San can I take you on a date?"
"Aren't we passed the dating phase? We are married with a baby." San replied.
"I know what we are Sannie." Wooyoung answered "I want one more date where it is just us. You are still my husband as so I want to parade off my husband."
San ducked his head down "You embarrass me."
Wooyoung stands in front of San close enough to cup his cheeks "What do you say?"
San nodded his head. Wooyoung kisses San "I have morning breath Woo!" San whined.
"Make sure you brush your teeth."

Wooyoung laced up his shoes as he hears San walking down the stairs.
Meeting him at the last step Wooyoung kisses his cheek "You look so good." He compliments.
"Really?" San questioned "My clothes have become limited due to him."
"Yes really, silly." Wooyoung kisses him again "Did you remember to brush your teeth?" He teases.
San nodded his head "Chewing gum to help block out smells Woo."
Wooyoung laughed with San.
"Are we ready?"
San secures his phone in his pocket "Now I am!"
"Okay. Let's go. Cannot loose our reservation."
"A what? Woo! I am not-"
"Stop San. You are 38 weeks. You look just as you did when we met in college. Stop speaking so negatively."
"Sorry." San whispered.
"Come on."