At Danielle-Dae Jeon House...2 weeks later...
"JungKook your not holding him right." I scolded, and immediately went over to help him. Jeongsan is only two weeks old, even though in Korean counting, he's technically one. But we're not doing the Korean counting. JungKook decided it. Well we both agreed on it. Running over to the couch, I was about to fix his holding of our son when Jin got to the rescue before I did. "JungKook! You've got to hold him right! Or else it'll be bad!" Jin scolded JungKook, and I couldn't help but laugh. Jenni laughed too as she walked next to Jin who was trying to get pictures of JungKook holding Jeongsan.
Jenni came around, kissed Jin's forehead and then came around to me. Wrapping me in a hug. "You did perfect." She whispered, and I smiled at her. I pulled her to the kitchen, leaving Min-Min with the guys. She's recently been excited with the new arrival and addition to the family, she's so protective of me and Jeongsan. She'll lay with him when I have him on the bed with me, and doing work. She'll lay next to him by the crib, and won't leave. Min-Min is really protective. It kinda scares me, but it's cute in its own ways. Jenni helped me get the snacks. Today her and Jin we're visiting, all the others we're busy. Which seems a bit of a coincidence to me. But oh well.
"So, when are you and Jin gonna get married? I wanna be aunt Dani." I teased her, giggling and she blushed a bit. Huh? "Jen, everything alright?" I asked. "Oh yeah, I just didn't expect that quickly. I mean we've talked about marriage here and there." She said, and I looked at her more. Getting waters from the fridge, and setting them down on the kitchen island. "And?" I said agging on. "That's it... We've talked about it here and there. It's just that we have both been really busy, and haven't gotten to talk about it a whole lot." She said explaining. Hmm... This isn't Jin at all. For as long as I've known Jin, I've learned from him that as long as he loves the girl and she loves him, that there's no reason for him to get married early.
I thought they would of gotten married first. But nope ... 2 years later, it's me and JungKookie, down the aisle we go. And then ... 9 months later Jeongsan popped out. God, I'm glad he's finally out, I'm happy to have my old body back. Though I guess I do miss the feeling of his small kicks, or his small movements. I loved those moments. But the most I loved, was it being me and JungKook, he'd kiss or caress my stomach making Jeongsan kick and move. I'd hear his little thoughts. He loved the sound of both me and JungKook's voice so much. Those moments I do miss... But right now, I'm enjoying having my skinny idol body back.
"Why do you keep asking me if Jin's proposed or not?" Jenni asked, grinning to the side as she ate one of the little sandwich crackers. I shut up when she asked. "No reason, just curious as to when my big sister is going to take the next big step in her relationship. It's not just me who asks. Mom always asks me too, and wonders when your going to get married and start your own family." I said, giggling at the thought. Jenni liked to mock my misery during my pregnancy ... And I want her to feel what I felt. Well the misery part ... And sort of the misery right now I'm feeling. Apparently the stupid books didn't prepare me enough on breastfeeding.
Didn't tell me how much it'd hurt when I had to do it. Though, doesn't hurt as much anymore since Dr. Jing taught me this deep latch technique. But still it would of been nice to get a lot more information from the book, yet, getting information from my doctor isn't too bad. "Little sis, why don't you worry on your own relationship? You've just had a kid." Jenni said, messing with me and I sighed. "Help me bring this stuff to the living room please." I said, and she nodded. She grabbed the plate and I grabbed the waters. We walked out with them, and I saw the two males trying to make my baby laugh. The two looked absolutely ridiculous. And here I only thought I gave birth to one kid.
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