Winter Heat | chanbaek

Chapter Seventeen

Chanyeol and Yoora were sitting on the living room floor beside the coffee table, playing a card game Yoora had dug out from the bottom drawer in Chanyeol's room that was filled with miscellaneous items. She looked through her cards before dropping one onto the deck as she said, "Go fish."

Chanyeol sighed before dropping his cards as he grumbled, "This is boring . . ."

"Well, I didn't see you coming up with anything," she said with an eye roll.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes too and muttered, "Can I just set you in front of the TV and turn on cartoons, I'm too tired this morning."

Yoora pursed her lips. "You're such a jerk."

Chanyeol just grumbled in reply before collapsing backwards onto the floor with a heavy sigh, as he softly muttered, "I wish it was Monday . . ."

Yoora crawled around the coffee table and laid down beside her brother as she quietly asked, "What's so special about Monday?" Chanyeol just grumbled in reply; Yoora rolled her eyes. She nudged Chanyeol's shoulder before muttering, "Come on, what is it?"

"Long and complicated," Chanyeol mumbled.

"Well, I got all day, Chanyeol," Yoora replied. "Just tell me when you're ready . . ."

"That's the thing, something like this is hard to prepare for . . ." Chanyeol muttered.

"Well, you're smart so I'm sure you'll figure it out. But how about in the mean time, we eat something and open presents," Yoora singsonged as she jumped to her feet.

"I'm not in the opening presents type of mood...." Chanyeol mumbled.

Yoora pursed her lips before grabbing a pillow off the couch and chucking it at his head as she yelled, "Well, you better get all merry and jolly fast, because I'm not waiting on you!"

Chanyeol just threw the pillow back in reply.

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The room was thick with a tense silence that Baekhyun was unsure how to fix, and all eyes were on him as he sat blanched of color. He quickly racked his brain for something —- anything —- to say that would defuse the tension and give him a chance to escape.

"I, uhh . . . It's still too early in the pregnancy to guarantee anything," Baekhyun mumbled. "But
I—-"

"Who's the father, do you even know?" Mr. Byun asked.

"Dad, what's that supposed to mean?" Baekbeom asked.

"Nothing son, I'm just asking a question," Mr. Byun replied.

"But it sounds like an accusation. Of course, Baekhyun knows who the father is," Baekbeom said in defense of his brother.

"Who is the father, then?" Mr. Byun asked.

"I got pregnant through artificial insemination, Dad," Baekhyun said.

"So then you're telling me that you don't know the father?" he asked.

Baekhyun sighed, and instead of answering his question, he muttered, "I'm tired, I'll be in my room . . ." He said before standing up from the table and leaving the kitchen; he wasn't in the mood to explain the twisted web of his conception.

Baekhyun closed and locked his bedroom door behind himself, and he glanced around his room, wondering how he got where he was now before sinking into the comfortable foam of his mattress. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face before retrieving his phone from his back pocket, he scrolled through his contacts before clicking on Kyungsoo's name. It rang a couple of times before he finally picked up.

"Baekhyun, I'm with my family right now, what is it?"

"I'm pregnant, Soo," Baekhyun whispered.

"Oh shit, seriously!?" Kyungsoo softly cried.

A small smile curved Baekhyun's lips, and he ran his fingers over his flat stomach as he softly muttered, "Yeah, seriously . . ."

"Congratulations!"

Baekhyun laughed. "Thanks, but I . . . I did something."

There was confusion in Kyungsoo's voice when he asked, "What do you mean, 'You did something'?"

"I . . . I, um, I slept with Chanyeol," Baekhyun whispered.

"You what!?" Kyungsoo yelled. Then he gasped, and it sounded like he was holding his phone away from his ear and covering it when his muffled voice cried out, "I'm so sorry, I'll take this somewhere else...." There was some scuffling, and then Kyungsoo's voice was back on the other line as he quietly hissed, "You slept with Chanyeol! When? How?" And then . . . "Hold on, does that mean that the baby could be . . ."

Baekhyun sighed and rubbed his face as he replied, "That's exactly what it means . . ."

"Oh my gosh, Baek, what are you going to tell them....?" Kyungsoo asked.

Baekhyun sighed heavily before saying, "I've already told Sehun because . . ." Baekhyun trailed off and humorlessly chuckled before saying, "He only knows because he happens to be Chanyeol's roommate, and he came home when I was still at the apartment and when I left he followed me and I told him . . ."

"Holy . . ." Kyungsoo trailed off. "Damn, Baek, you've made yourself a huge mess . . . Well, since Sehun knows, when are you planning on telling Chanyeol?"

"I think I'm going to wait since he doesn't know anything about this," Baekhyun muttered.

"And then?" Kyungsoo pressed.

"And then, I'll tell him when there's something I can see after my first ultrasound. I don't see the point in ruining his life when we don't even know if I'll miscarry or . . ." Baekhyun trailed off. "I'll only tell him when there's a baby . . ."

"But there's a baby now, Baek," Kyungsoo muttered.

Baekhyun sighed. "I know, but I want the proof first before I spring this information on him."

Kyungsoo sighed. "I guess that makes sense, just try not to wait too long . . ."

"I know," Baekhyun whispered with a soft sigh. He smiled to himself and continued to trace his fingers along his stomach, a happiness growing inside him —- blooming like a flower —- he was already excited for his child, and they were barely anything but a small bean.

Word count: 946

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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, and if you would, leave a comment and some love. Thank you, bye for now, lovelies!

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