Do you Love me? {BTS fanfic}

Chapter Fifty

                  At the Jeon House...

    Somewhere in Busan, South Korea

                    10 weeks later...

    "JungKook, are they even here?" I asked. "Yes, well my parents should be. My brother said he'd try to come tonight if he could, but he's also busy too." JungKook said, and I sighed. Standing on the pavement, I put a hand on my protruding stomach and looked at my husband who was walking towards me. JungKook had decided we should go see his parents, spend some time with them,and since their suppose to be off of work for a bit. I didn't mind it. But it's just a bit weird being out of Seoul, that's not for a concert or anything. I turned to look and saw him carrying both our luggage and also my carry on in his arms, I sighed again. I would of helped but he insisted he's got it. Now that I'm 26 weeks, well more like 6 months, JungKook insisted I don't carry anything heavy.

     But I'm telling you now ...  Carrying his son is probably more heavy than anything. Yet, as if on que, the front door opens and out comes his mother. "Danielle! Jeong-Guk! Oh your finally here!" She squealed with excitement, she came running over to me and hugged me the best she could. Yeah just to give you a heads up, if you didn't already know, Jeong-Guk is my husband's real name. JungKook is just his stage name like the others. But like me, I've just gotten use to calling him his stage name too. Though he doesn't mind it. "It's good to see you! Been waiting all week since Jeong-Guk told us you two were coming!" She said again with excitement. She let me go, and then her husband came out to help JungKook with the bags.

     So we went in, and then you heard the pitter patter of rapid little feet against the floor coming this way. "Cloudie!" JungKook almost screamed with excitement, JungKook dropped to the floor and began to pet/play with his beloved little white dog. I sighed with a smile, and started to walk to the kitchen where his mom was leading me. His dad took our bags and took them to JungKook's room, I think. Then again ... I didn't think much of it. His mom led me to the kitchen, and helped me sit at the family dining table. "So how have you and our son been? Ooh how's the baby?" His mother asked smiling from ear to ear, and I just giggled. Watching her get us drinks.

    "Jeongsan is fine, just not really moving yet as I expected. And JungKook is great two, he's constantly at my side and making sure nothing goes wrong." I said. Oh side note, also forgot to mention, we're naming our son Jeongsan. JungKook wouldn't stop pestering me about it. So she walked back over to the table, and set down some water in front of me. "Oh don't worry he'll start moving soon, so don't worry too much. JungKook did that with me too and so did his brother, just means the baby's thinking." She said giggling herself, and I nodded as I rubbed my stomach. Though it wasn't too long till JungKook came in and sat next to me, holding my hand. And we talked with his mother.

     Later after talking to his parents, and eating dinner with them then helping clean up well begging to help clean up. I was in JungKook's room, in the small bathroom changing. Slipping on my maternity tank top, and I then adjusted the yoga pants. Stupid things ... I miss my old wardrobe, but I can't wear them. Don't want to stretch them out and not be able to wear them again forever, this is just temporarily. And I can't wait for it to be over. I'm ready for this little guy to come out, so we can see him and so I can fit in my clothes again. Because I probably will after he's born. With all the exercise I'm doing, I'll be able to bounce back quickly to skinny idol form again.

      Smiling, I toss my hair up in a ponytail and then slid on the thin loose cardigan. I then quickly brushed my teeth and walked out, as I walked to the bed but stopped in front of the big mirror. Seeing my stomach, I looked at myself in the mirror. God, I hated my figure now, it sucks. And it worries me when I only get bigger, because it seems that JungKook doesn't want me like that anymore. Then again, I don't do anything at all to show off any of my old sexiness. I can't even fit into my lace. Putting a hand on my stomach, I looked at myself and felt tears starting to swell in my eyes. "Oh who am I kidding? Of course he won't want me like that anymore, I'm as big as a house almost. And heavy as hell now. I can't even fit into my lace, even if I could I bet he'd run away because of how bad I look." I mumbled to myself.