Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 67

 Y/N's POV

Two weeks had passed since we came home from the hospital, and everything finally started to feel... normal again.
Well, as normal as it could get when you had a husband who hovered like a personal bodyguard and two tiny humans growing inside you who kicked every time you wanted to rest.

This morning, Taehyung insisted we go for a check-up. "Just routine, love," he'd said, but the way he kept glancing at me in the car made it clear he was still haunted by that night.

The hospital smelled the same — clean, cold, too white. But this time, I wasn't scared. The doctor smiled the moment she saw us.
After the check-up, she adjusted her glasses and said, "Well, Mrs. Kim — everything looks perfect. You're in great health, and so are the babies."

I smiled softly, a quiet relief spreading through me. Taehyung's hand found mine instantly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles like it was his reflex.

Then came the part that nearly made me choke on my own breath.

Taehyung hesitated. I could see it — that look he got when his brain ran wild with scenarios and he didn't know how to phrase a question. Before he could even open his mouth, the doctor suddenly smiled knowingly.
"Mr. Kim," she said, tone a little too cheerful. "It's alright. You don't need to hesitate."

Taehyung blinked. "I— what?"

She chuckled, eyes twinkling. "I know why you're hesitating. Every couple your age asks this question, it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

I frowned, my brows shooting up. "Question? What question—"

And before either of us could say a word, the doctor said it.
"You can be intimate, Mr. Kim. It's completely safe during this trimester."

The silence that followed could've cured insomnia.

My husband froze, eyes widening so fast it was almost comical. His lips parted like he wanted to speak but couldn't find oxygen.
"D–Doctor," he stammered, voice suddenly three octaves higher. "That's not— I mean, that's not what I was going to ask!"

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The shade of red creeping up his neck was criminally adorable.

"Oh?" the doctor said, blinking in confusion.

Taehyung cleared his throat, still flustered. "I—I was just going to ask if she could travel. We were planning maybe... a short trip. Honeymoon, kind of."

The doctor burst into a small laugh, shaking her head. "Oh my. I completely misunderstood. My apologies, Mr. Kim."

I leaned in and whispered under my breath, "You definitely look like the type who'd ask that question."

He shot me a glare that was equal parts warning and embarrassment.

The doctor smiled kindly. "Traveling long hours isn't recommended right now, but I'll tell you what. Come back after two weeks for another check-up. If everything looks fine then, I'll allow a trip — something local, like Jeju Island. It's safer, and in case of any emergency, you'll be within reach."

Taehyung nodded so earnestly, you'd think she'd just granted him the moon.

We thanked her, and as we left the hospital, I could still see the faint blush on his cheeks. The poor man couldn't even look at me without me smirking.

Evening arrived quietly, but peace didn't last long.

The doorbell rang, and before Taehyung could even move, I heard the voice that could make him turn into a 10-year-old in seconds.
"TAEHYUNG-AH!"