dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

Bonus Chapter; i

I appreciated Namjoon, but his excessive tapping is driving me crazy, I knew he was musically inclined but I swear to god I will murder him in his-

"Miss Kim?" A happy nurse called me out of the waiting room and into a smaller room with the ultrasound equipment.

Namjoon took a seat in the corner of the room and tried to stay out of the way while I was attacked with questions.

"How long have you been feeling sick?"

"About two - three months."

"Alright, any changes in emotions, eating habits or stress?"

"She hates pickled radish, until last month!" Namjoon piped up.

"I've been less stressed since classes ended."

"We took your sample and ran a test on it, it's not accurate when it says how far you are in your pregnancy. This ultrasound will tell us."

I had a pretty small bump starting earlier in the month, so in my head, I had assumed less than two months. She squeezed the gel onto my stomach and Namjoon held onto my hand. It was grey and black at first, then when she found the right spot he clenched my hand.

The baby had more features than I expected, hands, a nose and even legs.

"Your bump is deceiving, but you're about 16 weeks."

"4 months?!"