Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 60

The moment the words slipped past her lips, Taehyung froze. For a heartbeat, he wasn't sure he had heard her right. Then it hit him all at once — the meaning, the weight, the miracle in her whisper. His chest tightened, eyes widening, and before he could even speak, he pulled her into his arms. His hand instinctively rested on her stomach, trembling slightly as if he was afraid the magic would disappear if he let go.

"Y/N..." his voice cracked, thick with emotion. He pressed kiss after kiss — her forehead, her cheeks, her lips — each touch desperate and reverent, as though words weren't enough to hold the ocean of emotions flooding through him. Tears pricked his eyes, and he didn't care if she saw. For the first time in his life, Kim Taehyung felt like the world had stopped spinning just for them. I'm going to be a father... She's carrying my child... our child. The thought repeated in his mind, each time making his heart pound harder.

That night, they didn't need anything else. They stayed wrapped up in each other, whispering dreams into the quiet darkness. Tae was restless in the sweetest way, already rambling about baby names, promising he'd learn how to cook properly for her cravings, swearing he would never let her lift a finger. Y/N blushed at his excitement, teasing him whenever he got too carried away. But when he spoke of the future, of holding their baby together, tears welled in her eyes and she kissed him with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

The next evening, Taehyung kept his promise — he whisked her away on a romantic dinner date. He was fussier than usual, watching every bite she took like a hawk. "No wine for you, love. I'll drink for both of us," he said with a wink, pouring himself just half a glass because even celebrating felt incomplete without her sharing it. When the waiter set the menu, Tae immediately cut her off before she could even peek. "Too spicy. Too oily. Too raw. Only the best for my queen," he declared, ordering carefully after interrogating the chef about every ingredient. Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. "Tae, I'm pregnant, not made of glass." But secretly, her heart melted at his protectiveness.

He lifted his glass in a toast across the candlelit table, his deep voice steady but full of wonder. "To the mother of my child... the woman who makes my world brighter every single day." Y/N's cheeks burned, but the sparkle in his eyes made her chest ache with happiness. Later that night, instead of heading straight to bed, he pulled her into their living room, dimmed the lights, and played soft music. They danced slowly, her head resting on his chest, his lips brushing her temple. No words were needed — their bodies swayed in rhythm, already creating memories for the little life they would soon meet.

When it came time to tell their families, Y/N's nerves nearly got the better of her. But the second her mother heard the news, she burst into tears of joy, hugging her daughter so tightly Y/N could hardly breathe. Her stepfather's face lit up in rare warmth, and he congratulated them both sincerely. With Taehyung's parents, it was different but no less touching. His mother cried openly, her voice shaky as she whispered blessings, while his father — usually reserved — held Tae's shoulder with pride before pulling them both into a rare embrace.

The final announcement was the most chaotic — when they told their friends. Tae had gathered BTS along with Federico at a private dinner. He made a big show of dragging it out, smirking as the boys leaned closer in anticipation. "We have... very big news," Tae started dramatically, glancing at Y/N who was already giggling at his theatrics. When he finally said, "We're going to be parents," the room erupted.

Jimin screamed first, tackling Y/N into a hug that nearly toppled her chair. Tae's smile faltered instantly, his jaw tightening as he pried Jimin's arms off. "Careful," he warned, pulling Y/N to his side like she was the most fragile treasure in the world. Jimin only laughed harder, whispering "Hyung, you're already so whipped." Jungkook leaned forward with stars in his eyes, announcing, "I'm going to be the cool uncle! I'll teach the kid how to lift weights by age five." Y/N swatted his arm, laughing, "Over my dead body."

Namjoon grew sentimental, his words calm and deep about the responsibility and beauty of parenthood, while Seokjin cracked a dad joke instantly, bowing dramatically and calling himself "Worldwide Uncle." Yoongi and Hoseok, though more subdued, gave warm smiles and promises of support — Yoongi even muttered he'd write lullabies for the baby.

The loudest reaction, however, came from Federico. The second he processed the news, he leapt up from his seat, dragging Y/N into a bear hug. "Il migliore giorno della mia vita!" he shouted, switching to Italian out of sheer excitement. "Ti rendi conto, Y/N? Diventerò lo zio più incredibile di sempre!" (Do you realize, Y/N? I'm going to be the most incredible uncle ever!). Y/N burst out laughing, replying in Italian just to tease him back. "Oh certo, ma non viziarlo troppo con la pizza, Federico!" (Oh sure, but don't spoil the baby with too much pizza, Federico!).

The table roared with laughter, the boys teasing them both for suddenly switching languages. Tae, however, narrowed his eyes when Federico refused to let go of her. With a pointed glare, he reached over and tugged Y/N firmly back to his side. "Enough," he muttered, placing a protective arm around her waist. The guys erupted in fresh teasing, throwing playful comments like, "Hyung, you do know what it takes to make a baby, right?" and "Don't act innocent, we all know why she's glowing." Y/N groaned, hiding her face in Tae's chest while Federico added fuel to the fire with, "So... was it a romantic night or a wild one, eh?"

Taehyung's ears burned red, but his possessive streak took over. He pulled Y/N closer until she was practically sitting in his lap, glaring at his friends. "Not a single one of you needs to know what happens in our bedroom." That only made everyone laugh harder. Y/N peeked up at him with a smirk, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, "They're not wrong though..." His head whipped toward her, eyes dark with heat, and the blush on his face deepened.

The night ended in warm chaos — toasts clinking, laughter filling the air, and hugs exchanged with teary eyes. But in the middle of all the noise, Taehyung leaned down, pressing his lips to Y/N's ear. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, his hand resting over her stomach. Y/N covered his hand with hers, her smile radiant as she met his gaze. For once, everything felt perfect — a night full of love, laughter, and the promise of a future they had only just begun.