Mystic Messenger One Shots

Baby

Warning: birth, pregnancy

The most uncomfortable part about a pregnancy is when your husband won't allow you to eat the things you crave just because he doesn't know if you can have it. Today your mood swings were out of control, and at nearly nine months and a week, you were frustrated. This was a stupid fight. All you wanted was chocolate covered strawberries, and since there was a recall forever ago, he's not letting you have them.

"Jumin, please! You don't get it. You don't get it at all, just let me have them." You whined, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. "I just want some stupid strawberries, is that too much to ask?" You sniffled.

"My dear, I'm sorry, but what if these strawberries were planted using the infected one's seeds? What happens then? I don't want you getting sick, especially carrying our baby in there." He responded, going to cradle your stomach and you jerked away.

"No! You don't understand. I'm a week late, I'm tired, my feet hurt, and I'm pretty sure that this baby is not coming out!" You started to cry, tears running down your cheeks. "Everything is a process, I can't... Do things without it being a big production for my entire body. So for the love of God, get me some damn strawberries!"

Usually you would be more kind and caring, understanding of the situation, but this baby was taking a toll on your body. Your hormones were so messed with, you couldn't stay in the same mood for more than an hour. Jumin had forced you both to go to a birthing class, and even when he couldn't attend, he sent Seven, which made it kind of weird. Plus, the birthing classes just frustrated you. They did nothing but almost make fun of people if they did things wrong or if they chose a position they didn't like.

Seeing your utter anger and such, Jumin went and pressed on the call button in the penthouse. "Send up some chocolate covered strawberries as soon as you can, please." You didn't fall in love with Jumin because of his money, but that call button was pretty amazing. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and entered the RFA app.

Y/N has entered the chat room

707: Why don't you just go buy a new keyboard???

Yoosung: Then that means I have to hook it up and it's less time on LOLOL.

707: You're obsessed.

707: Oh hey, Y/N. No baby yet?

Y/N: I think he or she is stuck. They don't want to leave my cozy belly.

Y/N: Plus, Jumin's refusing me foods I want until I'm crying.

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Jumin Han: I worry about you, Y/N.

Y/N: I understood sushi but holding back strawberries from me?... Mean. :(

Jumin Han: They're on their way, I promise.

Y/N: I want this baby out.

707: There are some things you could try. Bouncing on a yoga ball, eating something SUPER spicy, sex, laying on your back for a while.

Y/N: Sex? Won't that hurt the baby?

707: I don't think so. Especially if your stomach hasn't dropped yet.

Yoosung: Where do you get this info?

707: I paid attention in the birthing class when Y/N wasn't...

Jumin Han: Y/N...

Y/N: What? They were mocking me.

Jumin Han: That doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to their advice.

Y/N: I'm gonna go find a yoga ball and bounce on it. Bye Seven, bye Yoosung!

Y/N has left the chat room.

Jumin returned with a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries with cold whipped cream on top. You gladly took the bowl, munching on it while Elizabeth 3rd curled up next to you, Jumin on the other side with his hand on your stomach while you watched TV. Half way through eating the bowl, you felt a pull in your stomach. Apparently Jumin felt it too, face breaking into a grin when he met your gaze.

You kissed for a split second, and then made sure after two more times. "Oh god, I think it's time. Let's get going to the hospital." You smiled a little bit more, standing up with Jumin's help. Your husband rushed to the door, pressing the call button.

"The baby is on the way, repeat the baby is on the way!" Jumin said, holding your hand tightly and going to the elevator once he closed the door. "Chief, will you bring Elizabeth to the kennel we talked about? Y/N is going into labor and it can last up the 36 hours."

"Jumin!" You scolded. "Don't say that, it's almost time for me to have the baby, I don't need to be in labor for 36 hours, I've waited long enough!" You pressed the button, elevator going down. Getting into the limo, the seats had been carefully lined with towels just in case. You yanked out your phone from your pocket, breathing through a contraction before typing into the chat room.

Y/N has entered the chat room.

Y/N: BABY IS ON THE WAY, I REPEAT, BABY IS ON THE WAY.

707: OMG YES WE'LL BE THERE.

ZEN: Thank god!

Jaehee: Finally!

Yoosung: Yay! We'll see you soon.

Y/N has left the chat room.

"Jumin, God, this hurts." You said at the next contraction. You let out a chorus of frustrated sighs and groans, burying your head in his chest. His hands supported you, massaging your lower back and upper waist.

"We'll get there soon. We're going to the best hospital, and they assured they'll make the birth as easy as possible." Jumin assured, but you could hear the shakiness that was in his voice every once in a while.

You gasped as the car pulled up, a contraction ripping through you. Jumin immediately helped you out, nurses coming out with a wheelchair. "Han, Y/N, it's our first baby, oh god, I'm going to be a father." He said, following you to the top floor to the suite room.

After an hour of contractions, your water broke and the entire RFA was there. Your contractions were harder and only six minutes apart. The closer they got, the more Jumin paced and became more panicked. You were in pain and he couldn't do anything to help you.

"Jumin, you need to relax." Zen told your husband, hand on his shoulder. Jumin was getting sweaty and he was pale, extremely nervous. "Being like this isn't going to help Y/N."

"Jumin!" You yelled out, breathing with Seven's instruction. Sweat poured it's way down your face and body. "Please... Please..." You grunted quietly, regretting your decision on a natural birth. "It hurts too much..."

The nurse and the doctor came in, the woman settling you down to the position needed. "Looks like you're ready to push. Ready to meet your baby?" Both of you nodded, even though Jumin looked like he was going to hurl. "No screaming, and bear down. If you scream, it puts your energy the wrong way. On the count of three, push." She paused. "One, two, three!" She counted and you held your breath, pushing as hard as you could.

"Stop, breathe, and you're doing great. The hardest part is next and then you're done." She said and you nodded. She gave you the signal and you pushed again, tears streaming down your face. Jumin whispered words of encouragement, and you suddenly felt relief and everything was gone.

Your baby was set on your chest, wailing and crying. "It's a boy!" She told you, and you looked down in awe, Jumin just as much in love with him as you were. She cut the cord and took your baby away, Jumin kissing you hard while the rest of the RFA celebrated.

***

You held your baby to your chest, Jumin next to you and gazing down at the baby. "He's perfect..." He said, hand on the back of the baby's hat covered head.

"And he will be very spoiled by everyone in the RFA." You smiled at Jumin, yawning lightly.

"Of course he will be. Sleep darling, you've worked hard enough today." Jumin kissed your head softly. As you fell asleep, Jumin looked up.

"We did good, Rika."