Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

45

I couldn't sleep. There was a bit of tension in the air from me not telling Namjoon about the dream and it followed us into the bedroom, where I laid with my back to my alpha.

My eyes remained stubbornly open and I couldn't relax. Which was why Namjoon couldn't sleep either.

Alphas are meant to protect their omegas and put their mates before them. So if their mate is not feeling the happiest or is troubled, they can't relax at all.

I gripped the pillow tightly and I tried closing my eyes again only to hear those words from the dream. Namjoon had examined the back of my head and just a bruise came from me knocking my head. He treated me gently the rest of the day, even going out and bringing back takeout so I wouldn't have to cook. After that, I sat between his legs and let him rest his hands on the baby bump and kiss my neck and shoulders as we watched movies. But now I couldn't find it in myself to let him hold me so we could sleep easier.

I heard the sheets rustling and then felt Namjoon's hand rub small circles on my hip before sliding under my shirt and rubbing the bump. He pressed kisses behind my ear and on my neck, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, but with no reaction from me.

My eyes closed again and I tried once more to fall asleep, but I still couldn't. At last, I relented and rolled over to face my alpha, pressing my face against the crook of his neck. My hands fisted against his bare chest and I nuzzled into his neck.

When I found out that Namjoon preferred to sleep shirtless or just in underwear a little over a month ago in the privacy of our home for the two of us, I about dropped to my pregnant knees.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered, holding me close.

"It was just a dream," I answer vaguely, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.

"It can't be just that, baby. You haven't responded to me like usual all day." His fingers combed through my hair and rubbed my back, gently kissing my forehead.

"It felt like it was real."

"Was it a nightmare?" I nodded. "Oh, baby. Why didn't you tell me? I could've taken it off of your mind."

"It's okay. It was just a dream."

"What was it about?"

I took in a shuddering breath before starting.

"After I knocked my head, I went into the hospital and my condition was classified as a coma. You were steadily getting worse every time you looked at me in the hospital bed. When I woke up from the coma, I found out I had l—l—" I took a sharp breath, Namjoon rubbing my back in encouragement. "I—I found out I lost the p—pups. Th—then I told you th—that and th—that my parents said you would've left me as soon as the pups were born if I hadn't lost them. A—And you said 'At least they know what they're talking about.'"

Namjoon was quiet as he processed everything and I tried not to cry.

"Jinnie," he murmured softly into my hair. "Baby, I would never do that. I'll take care of you and the pups, both as your mate and fiancé."

"B—But—"

"Ssh," he hushed, stroking my hair. "Sleep baby. We've had a stressful day."