youth ; jaeyong

seventeen ; mother

" it looks like it's coming along just fine, your baby is very very small right now but over the months, you will be able to see your child even better. "

i smiled, seeing a small little spec on the screen that was my baby. this was actually happening.

apparently i had been pregnant for a month and didn't even know it until i started having symptoms and baekhyun told me i could even get pregnant.

" look angel, that's baby jaeyong. "

i had heard the name 'jaeyong' a million times within the past couple hours and i wondered when he would stop but even i knew he wouldn't.

" i know baby. "

i wiped the happy tears slowly falling from my eyes, enlacing my fingers with his.

" i'm going to be a dad. "

it made me emotional seeing how excited he was. he was sniffling through his tears, smiling brightly. it was a beautiful sight.

he kept on repeating it to himself, as if not believing that this was real.

" yes, and you are going to be an amazing dad, babe. "

i hugged him to me, feeling his soft lips leave a kiss on my neck.

" what would i do without you? "

i smiled, pulling back and wiping his tears:

" nothing because you wouldn't be able to survive without me. "

after we were done at the hospital, we met up with the guys outside, trying to figure out what we were going to do.

we weren't allowed to go back to the houses out by the coast so now we had to find out somewhere to go.

i still had the house i lived in with my stepdad, not that i wanted to go back there, but i didn't really have a choice.

but how the hell am i going to keep thirty one people in my house?

it's a little bigger than an average house but still, that's a lot of people.

" for the time being, all of you can stay at my place until we can get everyone their own place. all the couples will be able to be in their own place after since we're all not apart of a gang anymore. "

this was actually going to happen. there were seven bedrooms so some of the couples can get those, others can all sleep on the floor with piles of blankets and pillows because i would never let my children suffer.

the police escorted us all back to the house.

the house that held all of my worst memories. memories of my stepdad, the smile of my mother that i barely remember, pain, the bruises that once covered my skin.

but i knew with taeyong by my side, i would be okay.

i would keep the bedroom my stepdad used to sleep in locked. i don't want to be in there and i don't want anybody else in there.