"Babe, you need to calm down."
I ignored him as I continued my pacing. "No, I will not calm down. I'm freaking out, Namjoon."
My husband stood up from the chair and stepped over until he stood in front of me. He ran his large hands up and down my arms. "I know it's a little scary-"
"That's an understatement."
"-but I promise you that everything is going to work out. She's going to come in, we'll talk, and then we'll leave knowing that soon we're going to have two little ones to bring home. Okay?"
I forced myself to relax at least a little. I took his hands in mine. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. But I can't help but worry. What if she doesn't like me?"
"It's physically impossible for someone not to love you, Jin. She will."
I bit my lip. "You don't give up your children to just anyone, Joonie," I whispered. I knew I was right to be anxious. When you're about to meet the birth mother of twins that you're going to adopt and that could possibly be born any second now AND the fact that she is the one that decides whether we can truly take them home or not would make anyone worry.
His hands made their way to my hips and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're not just anyone." He quickly kissed me. "You're my wife." He kissed me again.
My face grew red. "Stop calling me your wife. I'm a guy."
He smiled against my mouth. "You know you love it."
Not responding verbally, I returned the kiss. His grip tightened, and I completely melted in his embrace. God, I love him so much.
He pulled away, to my dismay. "Now, go to the bathroom, splash some water on your face, and tell yourself everything's going to be okay."
"Alright." He dropped his arms and watched as I stepped out of the room. I did as he said and wiped the water off my face after doing so. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. He's right. It'll all work out.
I couldn't believe this day came. Namjoon and I have been waiting for many years until an opportunity like this showed up. The biggest difficulty was the fact that we were, in fact, homosexual, and most mothers didn't want two gay men to raise a child. We've lost the chance seven different times to adopt a child because of that specific reason, and I had lost hope in every having kids.
Then came the call.
Twins.
I was going to raise twins.
It was then I knew that I would never be any happier than I was at that moment. It took a lot of convincing for Namjoon, who was already nervous about taking on just one child, let alone two. He doesn't trust himself, what with him being so clumsy.
Time to go back in.
I walked back into the room. I opened my mouth to thank Namjoon for the advice, but immediately shut up when I looked up.
Standing there, next to my husband, was a woman.
A very, very pregnant woman.
I nervously took her by the hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm Kim Seokjin and it's wonderful to meet you and I'm very excited for today and I will totally respect your decision whatever it may be and-"
"Jin," Namjoon warned wearily.
Shit, I was rambling again. "S-Sorry, I'm extremely nervous. But it really is very nice to finally meet you." I thought nothing could remove the smile on my face.
